I don't have a metaphoric way of expressing how I feel tonight. So I won't try.
I won't try to describe a love I'll never know, nor maximize the mere encounters I mistaked it as.
It's quite ridiculous now that I think about it. All these writings about these people that don't consider themselves lucky to have had me. I won't try to prove to them that I'm worth the appreciation. I'll just sit here thinking of Augustus Waters.
I love her. I am so lucky to love her.
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 12:46 AM UTC
I don't have a metaphoric way of expressing how I feel tonight. So I won't try.
I won't try to describe a love I'll never know, nor maximize the mere encounters I mistaked it as.
It's quite ridiculous now that I think about it. All these writings about these people that don't consider themselves lucky to have had me. I won't try to prove to them that I'm worth the appreciation. I'll just sit here thinking of Augustus Waters.
I love her. I am so lucky to love her.
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