February 3rd, 1985

Captions log - I often find myself reminiscing..

I remember the way he would slowly run his fingers up and down my back, hands rough. Probably from a cut he got at work, or from one of their three cats. Slowly, and with feather like touch, his fingers ran up and down, up and down.

“I love you.” He would whisper. His breathe warmed the back of my neck in just the right way…

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