I so badly miss being disgusting with him. I’m sure it’s no good that that’s what I think of when I’m somewhere for the first time, that he seeps in through the cracks of my every single thing. He’s never been here, he’s never even seen a picture of it, and still my mind plays out how it would feel to have him standing over in that kitchen making me a cup of tea and my heart flip flops into a panic because I wonder how we’ll ever get there? Be the kind of couple who makes each other tea and not the kind of couple who fights in the street and Star spreads shit about that’s both true and untrue
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