'I want to be your best friend,
I don't want you to be my'
~ The Palma Violets, Best of Friends.
...
Don't think that I'm insulting your intelligence, I know that you know that what comes out of my mouth or what plays across my face is not necessarily an accurate portrayal of what I'm feeling on the inside.
And as much as it an injury to my aristocratic pride, you're right, I'm not alright. The more I think about us the more I don't know how I feel. I find myself questioning what I want...
Who I want.
The more I ask, the more I don't know.
I don't know if I can face you shaking my hand as if the past year had never happened.
But kiss me?
God knows I want you to, but I don't know if I can face the consequences.
Just don't give up on us just yet.
F.
Please.
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A Lack of Understanding
Aléatoire'In 50 or 60 She'll leave me completely And one of us will coldly hold the others hand No metaphor for this that I can understand ... We'll be waiting in the shadows in the dead of night ... "Remember me daily." And all that will remain of us is pho...
