No feelings to the finish line.

Was I wrong?

That sparkle in his eyes.

That stupid boyish charm..

That ridiculous smile.

Even his touch was as a feather landing from a gentle breeze on a bed of warm soft soil of the earth in the peak of morning.

I like him.

I miss that cologne he wore so well.

Uuummmm and if he kisses me there I melt.

But in fact it was all a show.

A pretentious act.

A sport to pass the dreary time we shared together.

For a man can return to his ex. And there be zero feelings in that heart chamber for her.

Oh but there was none to boot.

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