I sit here drinking black, Columbian coffee, thinking of how long it has been, since I last saw your eyes and felt the volcanic eruption of sweat between our bodies... But, the longer I think about it, I feel you. The aromatic flavor of Gravity fills the room. It seems silly, but I feel your breath on the back of my neck, and I hear that song you always used to sing to me pour from this apparition's lips. I have this photograph and I cannot bring myself to part with. You know it seems funny to me, I keep telling myself that I am a woman, and I should be abble to let go by now. But, the longer I hold that tattered photograph between my wrinkled fingertips, I know, I know that I will probably never be able to let it go. So many people keep asking me what it was I saw in you... and to this day I can never describe what it was. Freedom... It is so simple, and yet, it took me months to come to terms with. I held you, and I went to a dimension beyond reality. You touched my skin, and I became a porcelain doll, a princess in a world of vulgarity. Nothing mattered to you, just me. But, as with every fairytale, it came to an end. I know that I will have to move on, but, I will never, never, lose your photograph. And that goofy song you used to sing in my ear, I doubt that it will ever stop playing in the back of my mind, when I sit by myself, drinking black, Columbian coffee.
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