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in about ten years we will sit at a very familiar coffeeshop, and get the same coffee and bacon-egg things, for the eleven- hundredth time. in a moment, four or five months ago, we will have sat in the car and decided to make a life together. seven odd years from now, we will find ourselves in front of a window, as it rained outside your parents' home. a year or two in the past, we will have crossed paths without even noticing. in many an uncountable week; my bare thighs pressed against yours — we will slowly fall into making love, first thing in the morning. last september you will have gone into a cornfield and told me that i was the one. fifty-three minutes from now you will have had your lunch and kissed me again. several years ago, we will have gone to bed in different worlds, without knowing each other. somewhere in the exact middle, we will have unknowingly imagined and prayed just for this.
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Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 1:15 PM UTC
in the middle
in about ten years we will sit at a very familiar coffeeshop, and get the same coffee and bacon-egg things, for the eleven- hundredth time. in a moment, four or five months ago, we will have sat in the car and decided to make a life together. seven odd years from now, we will find ourselves in front of a window, as it rained outside your parents' home. a year or two in the past, we will have crossed paths without even noticing. in many an uncountable week; my bare thighs pressed against yours — we will slowly fall into making love, first thing in the morning. last september you will have gone into a cornfield and told me that i was the one. fifty-three minutes from now you will have had your lunch and kissed me again. several years ago, we will have gone to bed in different worlds, without knowing each other. somewhere in the exact middle, we will have unknowingly imagined and prayed just for this.
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Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 1:15 PM UTC
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