During the early months of our relationship, many a nights, I tiptoed outside our home just so I could have a rendezvous with you, kiss you, hold you, inhale your scent, consume you. Quite a few times, I even managed to sneak you inside my room and spend those nights wide awake. I held you, and we slept together. You even ruined one of my sheets. After that, we were more careful. It's a miracle that the folks never detected your presence inside my room, when I can smell your smell even with you gone.
I enjoyed you, craved for you, longed to be with you. Thank you for being there during all those times when I was so alone, or so stressed out, or so bummed about my life.
But I guess I am not hooked up enough that I can fathom the idea of letting you go. For good. I love you, but this just can't go on. I don't wanna break my mama's heart. If I don't do this now, I might not be capable of doing it in the future. I don't want her to accidentally see us together, lips against each other's lips.
And with the same medium that made your body alive, and burning, I will have to get rid of you now.
Bye, for now.
Good luck. I've been doing the same thing for the last several years. Haha :)
Hahaha all the while I thought you're referring to a guy.. not until I reached the photo. HAHA. Great writing, Kae! And yeah, quit the habit.