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I had a really good night out with the girls, playing Quizzo over a pitcher of cider and hot wings. Times like these, it seems like I'm at my most coherent, when the words form painfully beautifully in my mind. I've learned when is too much, and I enjoy this in-between when everything seems heightened somehow, the world suddenly fuller and more poignant, the sensations on my skin, my hair more intense and lovely.
It almost makes me forget that I love someone who doesn't love me in return. Probably hates me actually. It's nights like tonight when I realize how much fun I can have, how much fun I am having, and yet how much fuller and weighter (and worthier?) my life would be if he would only speak to me again, or hold me, or kiss me, or realize that... I don't know anymore.
I can almost pretend that this is enough.
It almost makes me forget that I love someone who doesn't love me in return. Probably hates me actually. It's nights like tonight when I realize how much fun I can have, how much fun I am having, and yet how much fuller and weighter (and worthier?) my life would be if he would only speak to me again, or hold me, or kiss me, or realize that... I don't know anymore.
I can almost pretend that this is enough.