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Sometimes I wish I was more like Trevor, well, a lot, actually, but this is one of those times. To be able to take happiness and mold it around in your head and squish it and mash it and make it make some kind of sense so you can put it into words... it's a gift I don't have. He would have something to say here, some kind of comparison to sunlight or something about tasting sweet like summer raspberries, but I don't have any of that.
What I do have, is this raw, bare honesty of knowing what an absolute fool I've been to deny myself this for so long. To tell myself that this wasn't something I needed. To wake up every day, lacking something that completes me so fully.
But now I've found this wonderful thing. And I'm not letting go of it no matter how hard he wriggles. I kind of like it when he wriggles anyway. Heh.
What I do have, is this raw, bare honesty of knowing what an absolute fool I've been to deny myself this for so long. To tell myself that this wasn't something I needed. To wake up every day, lacking something that completes me so fully.
But now I've found this wonderful thing. And I'm not letting go of it no matter how hard he wriggles. I kind of like it when he wriggles anyway. Heh.