Waking on a friend’s sofa again with the dreaded feeling of the lonely ache.
The ache that sheds your weight, the ache that makes you madly want to talk to her.
A talk that’s far too late.
Waking on a friends sofa again facing a realisation that she faced 6 months ago.
When then, without you knowing, her love finally gave way as you obliviously forgot to nurture and thank your luck that she ever gave it to you.
Because it’s gold.
Waking next to her and watching her eyes open as they meet your’s and she smiles.
And so do you because you learned something about something on your friend’s sofa.
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