The thing about being single is you miss the little perks that come with being in a relationship. Like having their hand cup your cheek, reflex automatically kicking in as you close your eyes and lean into their warmth, their touch.


It’s the little warm things that you miss, not the flames, when you’re single. The little things that steal your heart’s rhythm and goosebumps to swarm your arms, and all the way down your spine.

The little things. The warn things. Not the hot.



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