Tag: H Diaries

I spent a chunk of time with H recently and as I thought about all the things we did, the places we went I found my thoughts always coming back to one specific place.  H’s sofa.  When I first arrived at their house (a little apprehensive as it was the first time back after the break up) we greeted each other and H sat down, immediately I asked if I could sit next to them on the sofa.  I didn’t think anything of it, but I’d have felt strange sitting across the room from them.  “Of course.” They replied enthusiastically
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