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Jun 2014 · 180
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ana vicci Jun 2014
when someone asks me
"so what are you guys"
i have no ******* clue how to answer.
i'm trying to avoid asking, out of fear of your reaction, just as much as you're avoiding asking yourself the same question.
because i know you're scared
you think you're friends will laugh if you fall in love.
and maybe it's sad that i'm not demanding your commitment
but if someone were to ask
"so how do you feel about him"
i could go on for hours about how i love the way you're hair falls over your collar
and the way you dance, so awful (haha)
or the way you look at me when you're taking my shirt off -like need more than want-
and i would tell them how my lungs don't function properly at the mere thought of you.
and how i can't go five minutes without wondering when i'll get to see you again.
or how i never feel like i can be close enough to you, even when our bodies are pressed together.
i can't define in terms of unity what we are, but i can easily define how essential you are to my happiness
and maybe that's sad
but i'd repetitively take a sad story of us over no story at all

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