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It's been a short while. A little over a month, But I've known her for well over six. It started off small, with conversation in the group. But then the group conversations turned into solos. And then texting came into play. And snapchat. And on one night, when she was high from her medicine, she told me-- "When it's time I want you to ask me." I said okay. Then she said-- "Why wait?" I said okay. And on August thirteenth I said-- "Will you be mine?" And she said-- "Absolutely." I've learned it doesn't take long, for me to fall, and fall hard. It doesn't take long for me to become blind by affections. She's all I think about. In the morning, and at the late, late hours of the night, when I finally fall asleep. I'm afraid of how fast I have fallen. I'm afraid of getting hurt. She's only two hours away-- Can this be it? Will I finally be happy or-- or will she take my heart only to crush it the way Georgia did? Panic. Breathe. I know this isn't healthy, but God I feel like I've fallen again, into the swifting, winding stream called love. And God does it feel good to drown again.
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Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 9:49 PM UTC
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It's been a short while. A little over a month, But I've known her for well over six. It started off small, with conversation in the group. But then the group conversations turned into solos. And then texting came into play. And snapchat. And on one night, when she was high from her medicine, she told me-- "When it's time I want you to ask me." I said okay. Then she said-- "Why wait?" I said okay. And on August thirteenth I said-- "Will you be mine?" And she said-- "Absolutely." I've learned it doesn't take long, for me to fall, and fall hard. It doesn't take long for me to become blind by affections. She's all I think about. In the morning, and at the late, late hours of the night, when I finally fall asleep. I'm afraid of how fast I have fallen. I'm afraid of getting hurt. She's only two hours away-- Can this be it? Will I finally be happy or-- or will she take my heart only to crush it the way Georgia did? Panic. Breathe. I know this isn't healthy, but God I feel like I've fallen again, into the swifting, winding stream called love. And God does it feel good to drown again.
10/4/16
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Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 9:49 PM UTC
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