Us arriving apart and then leaving together. It’s our tie that binds, draws us in close, regardless of how far we’ve drifted. No matter what, or where we are, we’ve never missed December 3rd. Not even the first year we broke up, when I was (secretly) with Christian, and BJ and I weren’t talking. Even then. It’s our little pilgrimage back to each other, a slow crawl towards the only proper home we’ve ever had. My mind trickles back to last year, how long we’d waited, how badly we wanted it, how perfect it was. My heart starts stomping at the thought of his hands on my body and I wonder if it’ll
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