Interruptions and Priorities
I'm not sure that I even want to be your priority. It might mean that I'm in some form of self-created drama that you have to rescue me from.
I don't need you. I wanted you, but that's not what you need. Crave. Desire. You say you don't want clingy, and that's mildly true. You want to chase down your catch, but you want her to be limping.
I'm healing, and about ready to run.
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