Day twenty, so ten more to go.
An Electric Shock
Things have changed between us. You were always like an electric shock, always surprising. Your lips were so soft and tasted of sweet strawberries or cherry or cola.
Now when I kiss you it tastes only of the smooth surface of my laptop screen.
Maybe it’s time to move on.
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