Your skin regenerates itself approximately every 28 days. This tells me that the skin I now wear is completely untouched by you. Physically, I am unvarnished by the everlasting mark you left upon me.

So why do I still remember exactly what it felt like when you jostled in your sleep until the warmth your skin met mine beneath the blankets?

Why can’t I stop thinking about it?


— mistertorchic  (via wnq-writers)