Only after he was gone I understood what I had lost... After him, I am not the same anymore... You know how you can't forget that first touch? His breath touched me way before his fingers did... It was a symphony against my skin.. It was a melody that played softly, Resonating with the rhythm of my heartbeat.. Each exhale whispered secrets that only my soul could hear.. A warmth that lingered long after he was gone... The delicate intimacy that wrapped around me like a cherished memory... I can feel the smell of it, right where he touched first... It smells like smoked apricot seeds... Only after he was gone... I started wanting to be gone myself..

An1, 2024