It's been years, you know.
It's been years since we spoke.
Since we spend hours every night with our skin touching.
Yours was cold and mine was warm, but I found comfort in that.
It's been years since I needed you.
I needed you like I needed the air I breath.
But eventually I learned I didn't need to depend on you and I thought I had moved on.
But it seems that I can't.
Because somewhere in my heart I know I'll always crave the feeling of the blade against my skin like you crave a lover.
The question is, will I be able to resist?
