I am with Sophie again. We lie naked in a large bed on white sheets, our legs intertwined and I cannot be happier. Her body is just as I remembered it all those years ago—pale white skin, some freckles, her body, a little plump, not fat, maybe even a little curvaceous.
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She was never afraid of her body, I think for a moment. Am I?
But she has to go out of town for some school trip, or some works do, the next day.
The day and then my evening pass uneventfully but the following morning I realize that I haven’t texted her since she’d left
In a hurry I try to compose a text, but I’m unsure what to write and want to steer clear of ‘I love you’ whilst retaining a similar sentiment.
I put together a short message, a ‘Sorry I did not message you yesterday’ with a heart emoji.
Sophie replies with lots of hearts followed by a message asking whether I am using Unix a computer to send my messages. Strangely my signature is in her reply but it is mangled into a random lowercase word that makes no sense. I look at Sophie’s reply again, and her sender signature is no different from before, ‘Sophie M’.
Sometimes it’s better to pick up the phone, I think again. That’s what I tell everyone else anyway.
Her message has lightened my mood, so I start to reply something to that effect and I add more hearts for my message back.
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