I am too saturated and open to be writing here, but I have important things to say pertaining hearts.
Mine is surly and insecure, up for grabs, and tempered for longing. It leans ways but has not ever stood. I want to tell her I care: about her and us and more and everything and always. But, that's a little ridiculous.
And moreover, relationships aren't so one sided. I may not be so confident, but that doesn't make things less strange. Let's just pretend it's just a result of miles and miles and miles.
Sigh. Time and distance will always be a dastardly mechanic. But mostly, I think I just want to slip away, away, away, into sleep or onto tundras or wherever, whatever as long as it's with her interlocking legs and arms and smile. We could discuss the weaves of understood life and liberty, delve deep for rewarding melancholy reverie and that sort of thing. That's not so ridiculous.
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