350 : can't make fire, only smoke

part of the issue was that you kissed me with such familiarity.

you kissed me, leaning over the breakfast table and stealing my toast at the same time. you kissed me when we were curled up on the sofa and you tasted of wine and laughter. you kissed me after that run and there was sweat in my eyes and your hands in my hair. you became a habit. you were my absolute favourite bad habit.

it turns out that i’m not very good at breaking bad habits. i’m not very good at all.