What I would not give for that sofa.
That night.
The smell of alcohol in the air,
Our sober states.
I don't mind, let the same words be repeated.
As well as my blatant lack of awareness of your affections for me.
In that moment, perfection exists.
I want for many things, but what was shared in that moment I need.
The closeness felt without a touch.
The secrets made known with just a glance.
The comfort felt with someone not known prior to that moment.
What I would not give for that sofa.
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