Hi baby,
On most days it’s enough just knowing you’re out there – doing what you do, smelling like you smell, tasting like you taste. On most days.
But on some days, I miss you so much it’s unbearable. Sometimes I’m soothed reading old notes and remembering minutes spent together.
On occasion, though, not even dwelling on mnemonic minutiae is enough. Some days, the insight that you’re a finite resource plagues me. The knowledge that there will eventually be an end to you haunts me. Some days, I just have to taste you again.
This is one of those days.
Love,
Gluttonete
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