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I haven't been on this app in Æons. I apologise. Here's some fun Halloween pics from my recent Tiki Bar job <3

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After her mom drove me back to my house, Sammy walked me to the door, pulling me down into a long, deep kiss. I closed my eyes as it happened, the cool fall breeze swirling around us on that rickety porch as wind chimes twinkled somewhere off in the darkness of the lonely neighbourhood. She’d often tell me how it felt when she kissed me. She said her heart felt so full it was as if it were about to burst, that her stomach swirled with butterflies, that everything felt right in the world when I was holding her in those soft moments. I wanted to savour every second of each one. I wanted to fall in love with her the same way I’d fallen for Allen. It’d been so easy with him. Why did it feel like so much work now? I wanted my heart to swell, my knees to go weak, and for those same butterflies to ravage my stomach when I stared into those gorgeous eyes of hers, but none of those things ever happened. Love had to happen at some point, didn’t it? I cared about her so much., though, goddamn, I did. You didn’t care this much about someone unless you loved them, did you? I could list things I loved about her. I loved seeing her warm smile. It was the smile someone only gave you when you meant the world to them. I loved her eyes. How they’d stare into mine so deeply I got lost in them. I loved the sounds she made when I told her she was beautiful. How she’d turn red and try to hide her face as I kissed her on the cheek to make it worse. I loved her laugh. It was a silly one. Less ‘haha’ and more ‘huh-huh-huh’. But she’d do it after every joke I told, even if it was intentionally horrible. I loved the way she’d wrap her arms around me so tightly it was as if she thought each time would be the last time she’d see me. But most of all, I loved how she’d kiss me. She kissed with her entire heart and I could feel it. They were real kisses, the most genuine and passionate kind you could gift someone. The kind that you can only give to someone you’re deeply, utterly in love with. I could kiss her for hours on end, inhaling her perfume while running my thumb along her soft cheeks as I held her face in my hand. God, I loved all of it with every ounce of my being. So why then, did I not love her?

All Those Long Nights by Baker Legate (Second Edition, unpublished.)

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