4:48 p.m. - 2009-11-02
daniel
i miss my exboyfriend's cheekbones and the way he said my name. i miss his dark skin and his short hair and his hands. i miss the way our bodies communicated even when the rest of us didn't. i miss knowing that he was mine. but i don't miss his drama and his bullshit. i don't miss crying every single day. i still think about him sometimes. i still remember his big dick and the way it felt to rest my head against him. i still remember that i loved the way he smelled but i don't remember the smell anymore.