To the man who won’t sleep with me

Posted: March 24, 2015 by wjfkee in Uncategorized

It was a habit that started when the two of us would cram into my extra-long twin bed back in college.

We were high school sweethearts. Even my comforter and throw pillows were blue and green: homage to our school colors. We’d stretch our toes and yawn together. And there was something to having him there, at arm’s reach, in the middle of our long-term relationship.

Our lives weren’t just connected by phone lines and hushed middle-of-the-night phone calls echoing along the walls of the hallway outside my dorm. You were there, a warm presence, a mound of a man I loved…

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