*Lucien*
Friends?
How could I suggest that when I can barely get her out of my mind and not in the way one should think about their ex. I rub my face when she leaves the sitting room. That hug shocked the living daylights out of me, and I cannot get over my head. The way my hands felt wrapped around her. It felt like all my body remembered her. I felt my heart beating out of my chest because of a hug.
It made me happy seeing that she could hug me, and it pained me that the thought of her going on dates made me squirm and pissed. I knew it was good that she moved on, but I still want her for me. Our relationship was not that long, but it meant everything and more. It singlehandedly ruined me for any other relationship.
