Then He's holding me, tighter that ever before, but at the same time not too tight. Too tight would make it seem urgent, but we have all the time in the world. The feel of him around me like a blanket in the middle of winter. It's snug, with just the right amount pressure and heat on my skin.
...
Fantasiezing...
The only person that I've ever had tell me they loved me, doesn't want me anymore...
Hold on...
Just hold on a little bit longer...
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