bedtime story:

“Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed. 
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to. 
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three. 
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap. 
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.

You say: I dated her a while back. 
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.

You say: She was younger than me. 
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.

You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.”

—Some Things Are Better Left Unsaid, Auriel H. 

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