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lvi

i'd woken up early,

      my face pressed against an empty bed.

and as i walked

down the hall,

i heard you agitatedly speaking to someone, defense clear in your

  

                                                         voice.

i'd heard your mother's voice, as i imagined her porcelain hands gripping your shoulders, "you can't bring your hookups into the house."

"she's not a hookup, she's my... friend," you sighed, "she's my friend, mom."

"you never said anything about her before i just so happened to walk in on the aftermath of your sexual endeavors."

                      silence.

"we haven't had sex."

she snorted as if she didn't believe you.

"it sure looked like it. i don't want to walk in on my son shirtless with a girl on top of him! for all i know, she could be a fucking prostitute."

i'd heard an angry and desolate sigh, "don't talk about her like that!"

i basically

heard her surprise, "do you love her?"

"yes..."

"does she love you?"

silence...

before i heard your footsteps.

"i don't know."

but her words didn't hurt.

what hurt was that i was slowly pushing you

                                          a w a y .

                  and i

                    didnt know

                          how to

                               get you

                                 

                                  back.