when we were texting and you sent me a pic of you lying down on your back, and i sent back a pic of me lying on the bed face down. tell me that you also yearned. you also wished for a wormhole to magically appear closing the distance in between us. for your hands to be able to reach me. for it to be me rather than your blanket atop you. like how i wished my pillow was your chest instead. your heartbeat warm and real, attuned to mine. like how i'd rather it be your fingers running through my hair. how i'd rather be looking into your eyes, my fool's gold. how i'd rather be in your arms. tell me you felt it too. tell me the yearning was so strong you too tattered the line between cruelty and the sweetness of a dream. tell me you'd rather it be me too.
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