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Didn't get to see her today, even though this morning i kind of thought we would. (Although in the beginning i said we wouldn't) It felt nice to be thinking about the morning words the whole day, but then it felt weird to pick up the phone to call and at the same time actually be scared for some reason. Then it sounded cold, like we had nothing to say to each other. The voice on the other end sounded distant and different. The words and sounds went through my ears, and registered in my cerebrum as tastes - I tasted embarassment I tasted detachment I tasted my own disappointment. It was scary, because the sound and tastes didn't match the ones i read and heard early in the morning. I became afraid- outside the building, on the train home, and i think even now. I'm afraid ...but i'm smart enough to know that i still love her. One last drink. Cheers, and goodnight. spoken. at 8:01 PM |
"Point your gun in another direction — now that you've cried yourself to sleep."
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