He Left Me Alone

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That night, being with him on my bed with nothing but our birthday suits, made me felt more alive.

I could feel his body against mine. I could feel his body warmth warmed me. I could feel his skin on mine. I could feel him.

For a second I couldn’t even feel myself. It was as though our bodies mixed into one that I could feel his breathing.

I thought he could feel mine too.

And I let that thought stayed. I was there, feeling him. And I could think that we were one. We had one body. We were a whole new person.

He was all mine. I was all his. Anything else didn’t seem to matter.