He comes and sits beside me on the couch, I move my legs, and contort myself into an awkward sideways shape to make room. He grabs my ankles, sets them on his knees, and then hold them. I tell him my running list of fears until my voice is horse, and I'm choking up a disturbing combination of compliments and apologizes. He tells me that I won't ever have to sleep alone.
I will love anyone forever
idealized and glorified on their pedestal perfection.
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