Fraction of a second

The moment when you see his smile and his eyes and his skin when his cheek touches yours and you feel his smell and suddenly the world slows down and for a fraction of a second it all comes back to you at once.

Then the moment is gone and you're left wondering why the fuck you broke up in the first place.

For once I'm not talking about Raphael.

I spent the afternoon with J, the boy I had a very short lived relationship with about a year ago. Whenever I'd think about it I'd just wonder what the hell I was thinking since we were obviously a horribly suited couple.

I guess today just sort of reminded me why I liked him so much. For some reason we can talk about anything and everything and I really like being around him. It's like he said, it feels like the last time we met up was just last week even though it was really almost a year ago.

And no, we didn't make out. I think it's better that way. I don't want to throw myself into anything again. That is to say, my mind doesn't want to. What the emotional side of me wants is kind of unclear.

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