On the second day I could still feel you leaving my body. And it hurt all over again. On the second day I could still feel you leaving my body. In a painful reminder of my worth to you. On the second day I crumbled, waiting for you. Waiting for your hands to stroke my hair. Waiting for you to tell me I was wrong, that you loved me as deeply as I love you. And I will keep waiting for a while longer, because old habits are hard to kill.