You thanked me for writing because it made you feel less insane. There were so many things I typed and deleted. The way you touched my hand yesterday. The way you looked at me and ran it. "You almost
Nobody knows how confusing something can be until it happens to them. Knowing that someone is so pure that you say to yourself "I better not mess this up." The feeling of, maybe I deserve this. Maybe
I love deep. I love hard. How it clouds my mind. I guess thats the good part about being able to gather yourself in 5 seconds. Minds clouded, catching the smile form. Stopping it before anyone sees it
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