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I feel that spark. That shared inquisitiveness. That desire to see what might be together. It wasn't always this way. I felt what you did not. You were ready for me, but I wasn't even there. Now is the time. It has to be. It feels right. We are finally mutual. Our hearts are in the right place. Our minds can't stop flowing. Except... We can't. We shouldn't. We won't. That's easy to say. But the heart doesn't just want to yield. The time wasn't right then. It's not right now. Which ***** but that is the reality of time. We don't get to choose. How time passes is not up to us. But some days, I wish it were.
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Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 8:29 PM UTC
The Wrong Time
I feel that spark. That shared inquisitiveness. That desire to see what might be together. It wasn't always this way. I felt what you did not. You were ready for me, but I wasn't even there. Now is the time. It has to be. It feels right. We are finally mutual. Our hearts are in the right place. Our minds can't stop flowing. Except... We can't. We shouldn't. We won't. That's easy to say. But the heart doesn't just want to yield. The time wasn't right then. It's not right now. Which ***** but that is the reality of time. We don't get to choose. How time passes is not up to us. But some days, I wish it were.
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Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 8:29 PM UTC
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