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remember when i asked you to tell me a story?
years later i confessed that what i actually meant was kiss me, but you did the next best thing: you told me the story of how we came together, how we progressed from that lurid orange hallway to be lying face to face in your empty house, barely holding hands.
later you would say to me, i liked telling you our story. i liked that it didn't have an ending,
and it broke my heart because i saw endings everywhere, in everything. i have to wonder about you now, though, about how you blurred the lines between desire and reality. how much of that was hope, how much was faith, and just how much of the future could you see? you took me a little too seriously a little too quickly and i didn't take you seriously until it was almost too late: you were less lightning strike and more slow burn, a vein of anthracite smouldering under the surface.
what i am trying to say here is: the past is prologue.
the end is not the end, anymore. i am excited for the future in a way i never was back then, so let's write this story: tension, conflict, rising and falling action. we can take it anywhere we want.
years later i confessed that what i actually meant was kiss me, but you did the next best thing: you told me the story of how we came together, how we progressed from that lurid orange hallway to be lying face to face in your empty house, barely holding hands.
later you would say to me, i liked telling you our story. i liked that it didn't have an ending,
and it broke my heart because i saw endings everywhere, in everything. i have to wonder about you now, though, about how you blurred the lines between desire and reality. how much of that was hope, how much was faith, and just how much of the future could you see? you took me a little too seriously a little too quickly and i didn't take you seriously until it was almost too late: you were less lightning strike and more slow burn, a vein of anthracite smouldering under the surface.
what i am trying to say here is: the past is prologue.
the end is not the end, anymore. i am excited for the future in a way i never was back then, so let's write this story: tension, conflict, rising and falling action. we can take it anywhere we want.