thinking of you a lot.
guess you're thinking of me, too.

thanks for linking the photo. i saved it a while back.

sometimes reading your words feels like kissing does in dreams.

i'm not over you. i still love you. i still want you.

obsessively.

i imagine that you knew that before i wrote it. that you can feel it from a distance.

but for me, trust is essential to understanding.

and i don't trust that you can be honest with me in the ways
i need you to be.

 

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