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That's it.... it's too late. I've already lost my heart to him, fully, because when I think of him not being here.... and it's a good thing I don't make him read this anymore, because he'd freak out, but.... god, my heart. It's breaking at the thought and he's right upstairs and I have to go tell him I love him so much because this is.... Goddamnit, I shut myself off from this for this reason!
I shut my heart down and took everything out of those closets and flunbg them at the people I cared about to make them go away too. And my friends couldn't touch me, my family couldn't reach me, and he just held out his hand. How is that even possible? Who is he that he can take my heart and leave me with no empty spaces?
This is what it feels like to be so happy that it's leaking from my eyes my pores my voice my song my heart my soul.
These are tears of joy and fear and final retribution on all those years I gave someone else the responsibility. This is a release, a cathartic dream, that I never even knew I was missing.
When he can make me remember something I've never even felt, he's magic and I'm home.
I shut my heart down and took everything out of those closets and flunbg them at the people I cared about to make them go away too. And my friends couldn't touch me, my family couldn't reach me, and he just held out his hand. How is that even possible? Who is he that he can take my heart and leave me with no empty spaces?
This is what it feels like to be so happy that it's leaking from my eyes my pores my voice my song my heart my soul.
These are tears of joy and fear and final retribution on all those years I gave someone else the responsibility. This is a release, a cathartic dream, that I never even knew I was missing.
When he can make me remember something I've never even felt, he's magic and I'm home.