We are back to being strangers, it feels like just yesterday I could be naked around you without a hard-on, insecurities ditched and egos set aside. You in turn would lay naked next to me flaunting the stretch marks you used to be so insecure about, until I told you how much I loved them. We were so close to each other but I could feel the distance brewing.  Now we are total strangers, I sometimes hope you aren’t back to being insecure about your beautiful body. I would offer to help you conquer it  again if you were, but I would be lying. Now you’re just another stranger and it will come off creepy. Even if it doesn’t, I just have less love and considerably forced hate that helps me not think I still love you. 


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