Do you remember when this used to be easy? I ask.

And you say, no.

And I say, me either.

Do you remember how hot that one summer was, the way we couldn't turn the air up cold enough, and the moment we slid into bed we were covered in sweat, but we pressed close anyway, because it felt so good? you ask.

And I say, I've tried to forget.

And you say, I haven't.

And I say, this is going to be hard.

And you say, this is already hard.

And I say, I can't do this anymore.

And you say, this is the way it has to be.

And I say, Do you remember the first time I kissed you, do you remember where you were standing, and how I felt, and what you said to me?

And you say, we were on your deck, and your mouth was cool, and I told you that I'd been waiting all afternoon for that.

That was the best kiss of my life, I say.

And you say, I know, mine too.

And I say, one more day, we'll end this tomorrow, the sun's almost down anyway, just one more day.

And you say, okay. Just one more day.

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