You’ve been here for a while. You’ve been cold.

But it’s been cold enough outside and I don’t need any more cold inside.

I don’t want you. I want warmth. I need warmth. I deserve warmth. I decided to let you go. I did.

Then wouldn’t you know it — things changed. I found myself wanting you again.

I felt like seeing you, tasting you, enjoying you…

So I did. It had been a while but nothing had changed.

And now you’re gone. I have nothing to replace you. I’ll miss you.

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