❝You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when i’m holding you, i imagine the smell
of her vanilla perfume.
You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen
winters my skin had weathered.
You say: it’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.❞
what i want from series three of in the flesh:
❝Fuck, my tea.❞
- me approximately an hour after every time I make tea (via madopiano