I envy Chloe for doing this to me. The ghost of her still grips me in its arctic breath and my sheets smell more and more like snowfall. She's been gone a week but I can still feel her dragonfly fingers weightlessly resting between my thighs and the smell of her hair in the morning.
She read the letter I wrote to Henry
and last night I posted it. "He deserves to know" she said, but I don't
want him to come back to me. I want my absence to feel like hers, I want
him to remember the touch of my hands and the warmth of my skin and I
want it to hurt him.
I know it's selfish but hearing him say it would make me feel alive again and since she left that's all that really matters.