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im still in love with him.

im in love with somebody else. we are planning our future together. but i still love somebody else. i read this piece of writing by him last night and wanted to cry. the reason i couldnt be with him before was because he always made me want to cry. partly because his writing was so beautiful.

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From a series of Attempts at the Reclamation of Trust:

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excited, i didn't mean to stare. i was just excited. i wanted you to breathe. long, and barely audible as forests. strong. deep. a slightly swelling stream. something to bathe in while overloaded with oxegen fresh images on full surround... circarama before it was rocket cars, you know? i think i wanted something like that. something with enough air to blow those goddamn clouds right out of your raging irises. clarity in motion. clarity with purpose: life! and oh were my pores desiterating the exhalation of your dreams, wide with hope and ugliness. i wanted so desperately for you to respire the spaces between - needed so much for you create in me something unified and included.

with sparkles at the edges of sight, i swear i saw rising in your chest. in colorful flashes of light you were daring, courageous and strong! i knew those things would take you to new life, bursting from overfilled lungs of kinetic atmosphere with which to shout back at the world, "Ha"! i knew you could teach me then how to do it just so. i was only overly excited to share in your discoveries.

love cannot be without risk, i thought, blue of face.