Today I lie down restless again, not because of my burdened mind, but more like another boy thinking about a girl whose skin he smelled not too long ago, whose image persists indefinitely. If I'm honest with myself, I'll admit that I miss you and the selfish aspect of having your beauty momentarily all to myself, devouring your body to the rhythm of your moans. If I'm more honest, I'll admit that I've missed others before - those whose breaths paced mine, while staring at me over a pillow, or a moment of awe. Missing begets a verdict, and a verdict is always too rash. How can it not be! Give it another day and things may change, life itself may change. But so could your youth, your passion, and your appetite for love. So a sober verdict must pass, one that contemplates not our fleeting moments but what partnerships are made of. Not love that shelters you for hours but sustains you for years on end.
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