I lowkey want to send you a text. Is that too much? Is it too soon for me to want to wish that you weren't so distant? You aren't even close to being close to me. You're a myth to my body but you're the truth to my mind. You. are. amazing. But I can't compare. Me with all my flaws and my hatred and my anger for things so small that their insignificance is insignificant. If only I had the time, the patience, the courage to tell you that I think you're beautiful. Not like that guy who would tell you that for free at the supermarket, but from deep down. From a place that has know love and hate before and has been torn to pieces and rebuilt. I don't think I'll see clearly until this glass goes away from between us keeping us separated from one another. But have we ever been together you and I? We've spent time and wasted time and made time, but we've never... never really had time, have we? I suppose that's how it goes though. And I doubt you'll ever figure out that these words are meant for you. This is something I rarely do, because I barely ever feel like anyone needs that much of me to commit to this soul baring. But this is yours, here's to you. Oh the places you'll go.
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