Cloud 9, Part Two
A comforting touch. A loving embrace. A kiss. A flash of skin. The visions on repeat during the early morning hours, providing no rest. The same five songs on repeat because I might as well get some pleasure from the thoughts that won't get out of my head. But it's no use; the only thing I want to do is pick up my phone and talk to him. 2 years, 6 months, and 1 day (and 22 hrs 53 minutes, if you really want to get technical). That was the last time we talked. Sure, we've been Facebook friends and follow each other on Instagram, and I'd commented on a production photo about a year ago in addition to taking note of a new girlfriend a few months back , but that was the extent of our relationship as of late. So it came as a surprise, when absentmindedly swiping through Bumble to find a distraction from my latest romantic failure, I got a Facebook message from Andy*. Intrigued by the sudden resume of contact, I responded. It didn't take long for that old familiarit...