Can you ever really know?
But
There was that one moment
Bundled under heavy duvets
Snow floating outside, honestly like a fairytale
Somewhere far from home
It was meant to be romantic, I think
He tried really hard
He really tried
Tongue wet and insistent
On capturing my attention
Clumsy and awkward and somehow knowing -
A trespass
I noticed myself, hollow
I said, that was really good
He was kind enough (or, not kind enough)
To brush past the lie
Open curtains
Brewed kettle
Straightened sheets
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