Sometimes I miss my nose ring. I miss that feeling; The feeling of the hoop around my left nostril. It was almost unnoticeable but I knew, I knew it was there.
I miss it.
The feeling of something tingling when I take my breath; the soft breath going through my nostril, gently touched the ring there before traveled to my lungs. Sometimes when I see my old photos I wonder why I stopped wearing it, why I didn't care and let the wound healed.
I miss it.
But sometimes, sometimes I don’t miss it, the phantom pain of the healing days and the day I accidentally hurt my nose when I bumped to something--or someone.
When I look at myself in the mirror and see the healed scar I remember the pain. I remember that annoying feeling when you knew someone going to judge you just by looking.
They called this inappropriate.
I don’t miss it.
Fuck the inappropriate though. Fuck the pain. I miss it.
For anyone's wondering, yes, I’m talking about the nose ring
(Not you).
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