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there is just something about him that makes it so no matter how fucked up it gets, i can remember staring at his back while he slept and how soft his hair was.
it's winter now, my nose is running alot. i feel sad when i come home at four am without any prospects of cuddling. i am sad when i wake up at four pm without any prospects of anything. chris moved in upstairs and it's nice. kate is over alot and it's nice. i have three cats and it's nice.
every night i fall asleep around five am, read a passage in the birthday letters and fall asleep knowing i have so much in my heart to give you.