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you.

i was so tired last night that i
could barely breathe,
yet i kept awake for you.

we texted each other
about clumsiness and
magic tricks and sailing,
and we loved.

no, we never talked
about how we felt to the other:
we both already knew,
and saying it would be
useless and repetitive.

we just... talked.
it was nice, it
made me feel like you were
there with me.
we were just ourselves,
no more no less.

i fell asleep in that little gap,
where i had texted you
but you hadn't texted back
(you did 5 minutes later)
and i woke up with my
phone in my hand
and the stupidest smile on my face.

can we do this again sometime?