Was he the first boy I had ever loved?
I don't know.
I remember being lit by the sun.
It was ten in the morning and I felt the blood rushing in my veins.
Who needs sleep?
I can live on the air, the wind, and the touch of his hands.
I hugged myself. Feeling the fabric of my dress crumpling against my skin.
That dress still lives in the dark shadows of a house years and trips removed from me. In a life long ago.
I was happy once.
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