In bed.
Can't sleep.
Thinking about Beth.
Was it possible that if I thought hard enough about her, she would know I was thinking about her? Could we start talking to each other even though we were in different places? Like The Shining but more romantic? Less r e d r u m?
She freaked me out. Freaked me the hell out.
What does it mean to take the hell out of something? Was there hell in me? In everything?
I have this image of being close to her, getting to know her really well, maybe kissing her someday.
Who am I kidding though? That idea is too good to be true.
There's a tough, capital T truth here. Truth.
One that precludes any of that from happening.
She can't see that thing yet.
But it's only a matter of time.
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