Sunday, July 10

You yelled at me. That's the first time you ever did.

You asked me to fuck it. That's the first time you used language like this on me.

What's happening to us?

Sometimes, our eyes are so clouded, we don't see the stars. They're there but we don't see them. Finally, when the cloud has lifted, we look to them but they aren't there. Not anymore. Not for me at least.

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