Its 1:50 and there is literally nothing in the world that i want more than you. Its 1:50 and this bed would be comfortable if not for the fact that I've felt you in comparison its 1:50 and my lips feel stripped and bare because every trace of you has faded away from them its 1:50 and my hands are vulnerable and weak because they haven't felt yours in seemingly ages. its 1:50 and I am madly in love and loss with you. Love of feeling, loss of feeling. Love of time well spent and loss of time as well. Love of you and the loss of sensation. Loss of you.