I'm not missing you as a lover. Not missing being in your arms. Not missing the sex. It's not comforting or exciting anymore. It's bordering on sadness that I feel.
We are still friends. I still want to tell you things. But it was another I called before I called you. And another called me back today. Someone I had a big crush on.
But the other is busy too. More of a lover. More passion. More discussion. More listening. But it is still early days.
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