It would have been easy, so easy, to call you up today. I have so many things to say. I could have made you laugh—I know i would have—and my god, to hear that laugh again. To see those eyes again.
Your laugh and your eyes again.
But not today. Maybe never. Definitely not today.
Today I sink into my blanket, and I sink into myself. I keep the important words inside. My little pink cheeks bear the only hint of fever—the desperation I keep hoping will subside.
Flaw Salad 
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