Honey... the stickyness on your knife as you slather it onto your toast on the morning, the sun's rays struggling to seep through the cracks in the shutters.
Honey... sliding down your throat, making you feel both warm and jittery.
Honey... you're the one, please tell me you can hear me.
Honey... I know you're reading this, but, honey, please be strong.
Honey... decipher what I'm saying.
Honey... listen, dear.
Honey... the feeling when we hug, the worse one when we broke up.
Honey... please come back to me.
Honey... tell me what I did wrong.
Honey... All I'm trying to say is...
Honey... I'm sorry.
Rach xoxoxo
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