I play out two versions in my head. but each time I feel a different way.
in the first, it all ends up the way we both want it. one of those split seconds you can't shake.
the second, ends up being nearly the same.
except
not.
I spend a lot of time thinking in terms of the people around me. and thinking in terms of fictitious characters.
its one of my more redeeming qualities.
and one of my least favorites.
If only I could translate some emotion in her. being her is like being all the vulnerable parts of myself. but its not translating.
i can't put my finger on why.
just watch the screen. not the man in front of you.
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