Lost in your Curves
And I missed Alex—every day, every minute—as if it were an addiction, suffering from withdrawal.
I always thought of Alex, and every night, I cried in silence, longing for his embrace, his breath on my neck before sleep, and his words of love. There were even days when, out of nowhere, anxiety attacks would hit, pushing me to go back, and I could barely contain them.
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