dirty little secret

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I didn’t speak to him again for three months. He said it was better that way. Better for who? Not me, I wanted to talk to him. I needed to. I didn’t know where I stood, but just one glance from him put me in my place. I never got over him, it was more like my feelings just laid dormant below the surface until a touch or glace or kiss brought them kicking and screaming back to life.