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I found an old journal entry, cleaning out my closet. It was written on the inside of a book cover, back when I had something important to say that couldn't wait.
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Aug 8, 2007
I'm in a place right now, a very special delicate place. The rain's misting outside, the way that would inspire sonnets and love songs were it twenty degrees colder, but right now, it's just rain.
I've always loved the rain.
I would talk about tonight with you, but I'm afraid that that would render something so incredibly imperfect and beautiful into a perfectionist's painting of a story you've heard before. So I'm sorry if you read this, but you need to know, this is for me.
I couldn't get her off. We need to spend the night together, in a safe place.
She almost died, once.
"You've separated those sides of you so far apart..."
I shed one tear tonight, that was all I could muster for her.
"..and I love that person."
I CAN'T FALL INTO THE BAD HABITS I ONCE HAD. I CAN'T. I CAN CHANGE.
Right now. I could change.
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That was it, the entry, written in that book cover.
Now I can throw it away.
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Aug 8, 2007
I'm in a place right now, a very special delicate place. The rain's misting outside, the way that would inspire sonnets and love songs were it twenty degrees colder, but right now, it's just rain.
I've always loved the rain.
I would talk about tonight with you, but I'm afraid that that would render something so incredibly imperfect and beautiful into a perfectionist's painting of a story you've heard before. So I'm sorry if you read this, but you need to know, this is for me.
I couldn't get her off. We need to spend the night together, in a safe place.
She almost died, once.
"You've separated those sides of you so far apart..."
I shed one tear tonight, that was all I could muster for her.
"..and I love that person."
I CAN'T FALL INTO THE BAD HABITS I ONCE HAD. I CAN'T. I CAN CHANGE.
Right now. I could change.
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That was it, the entry, written in that book cover.
Now I can throw it away.