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December 13, 2011

Are you afraid to just give in to this place? I know I’ve always been. Laying here, in the grass, your arm so lightly touching mine, your lips so close and yet so terribly far – it never makes it any easier. 

See, the problem is that here, now, we’re always perfect and everything seems possible and right. I But ten minutes from now, a day from now, a week, you’ll be screaming at me again, sighing as you roll your eyes and resent me for everything I am and everything I need you to be. 

I know our patterns, love.