You said that the scariest part, the biggest part of it all, was internal, and what it would prove to you. You described for me in the dark, so desperately, how such a ramification would just make you recoil, that was the word you used. I understood you not wanting to get invalidated like that, so raw, so open, your word.
He plummets at night, his expression, plummet.
He plummets at night, his expression, plummet.
He told me that the talks go on for so long, so real and so eager,
because we so rarely get it. He explained that we need it, want it so badly, and cannot even tear ourselves away, because it is rare and special, it is ached for, coveted. He hugged me for so long after telling me that he loved me, and it was the first time in so long, that I believed someone as they spoke it. Not presumptuous, nor routine.
because we so rarely get it. He explained that we need it, want it so badly, and cannot even tear ourselves away, because it is rare and special, it is ached for, coveted. He hugged me for so long after telling me that he loved me, and it was the first time in so long, that I believed someone as they spoke it. Not presumptuous, nor routine.
I am so redefined, re-imagined. So matured, experienced, so far gone from that person I was. Oh, but not quite cultivated enough to quit driving that road, I could do it with my eyes closed, and I have.
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