It's already been two weeks since three years ended.
I don't do this to myself; guilt does. I can't remember which parts I only dreamed.
But you taste like we fit and my pillow smells like the way you look at me.

Skin to skin, your back is so perfect under my hands...
I'm so afraid of something I can't pinpoint. The faucet leaks and the pigeons coo on the window sill, brooding, spying. I can't look at you. I can't look away from you. Falling in love has never been so painful.

...this isn't love, is it?
Please, i'm not ready to be weak again.

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