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i'm learning how to meditate.
last week alyssa sat on the staircase to the attic, and i stood reaching up between the wooden bars to hold her hand while i confessed my unconditional love for her guts. and i don't remember if i told her that i don't love her for the joy she gives me or the way she makes me feel perfect as i am, but that i love her foremost purely for what she is, and the rest just sort of follows. but i hope i said it or that she just knew it (because she always just knows everything before i even start). but i should start to write her more stories because she asks about my writing and i tell her to shut up because i don't know a thing and everything would come out messy.
but she would tell me yes yes that's why you've got to, and she would be right.
and, lysssssss?
you're never getting the little prince back.
last week alyssa sat on the staircase to the attic, and i stood reaching up between the wooden bars to hold her hand while i confessed my unconditional love for her guts. and i don't remember if i told her that i don't love her for the joy she gives me or the way she makes me feel perfect as i am, but that i love her foremost purely for what she is, and the rest just sort of follows. but i hope i said it or that she just knew it (because she always just knows everything before i even start). but i should start to write her more stories because she asks about my writing and i tell her to shut up because i don't know a thing and everything would come out messy.
but she would tell me yes yes that's why you've got to, and she would be right.
and, lysssssss?
you're never getting the little prince back.