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I haven't been honest. Chaz only sends me snaps of bunched rosettas, I want to tell him, *move your pitcher back as the stacks form so that you get a more elongated pour* but I don't want to deter him from correlating steamed milk and espresso with my name, so I don't. And he has a new girlfriend now with slim fingers and defined nostrils that make me think of Audrey Hepburn, so at first I tried to insert myself into their bubble to be a part of their happiness or maybe just Audrey's beautifully sculpted features. But to be honest I stopped talking to him back in May or March because we had this sort of thing that I didn't know how to handle and so many girls had handled his **** since then, since me, that nothing felt like it held any concrete significance, pursuing whatever it was that I was pursuing, would not make me feel any more whole, which was what I was aiming for.
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Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 1:44 PM UTC
Lovers who weren't Lovers.
I haven't been honest. Chaz only sends me snaps of bunched rosettas, I want to tell him, *move your pitcher back as the stacks form so that you get a more elongated pour* but I don't want to deter him from correlating steamed milk and espresso with my name, so I don't. And he has a new girlfriend now with slim fingers and defined nostrils that make me think of Audrey Hepburn, so at first I tried to insert myself into their bubble to be a part of their happiness or maybe just Audrey's beautifully sculpted features. But to be honest I stopped talking to him back in May or March because we had this sort of thing that I didn't know how to handle and so many girls had handled his **** since then, since me, that nothing felt like it held any concrete significance, pursuing whatever it was that I was pursuing, would not make me feel any more whole, which was what I was aiming for.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014 I've never taken the time to get to know the people I have loved.
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Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 1:44 PM UTC
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