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Unstitched

 

Tucked away, in a forgotten drawer, lies a neatly folded shirt. It stays there, out of sight, but in my mind. The neckline holds an unraveled, broken stitch that I don’t want to mend because it was created by you. By a passionate realization that would’ve been foolish not to act upon. I think about the abandoned thread and shiver at the memory of your sweet lips against my bared chest. The fire of relief in both of our eyes. Finally…

We found each other.

The rush of blood heating our skin as our hearts leapt from our chests and entwined with one another. The mere beginning of our journey. The very moment I, myself, became unstitched.

Drift Dive – The Antlers

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