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Every time my phone buzzes I hope it’s you missing me.
it never is.

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I don’t want to look back in five years time and think, ‘We could have been magnificent, but I was afraid.’ In 5 years I want to tell of how fear tried to cheat me out of the best thing in life, and I didn’t let it.

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she reaches down seductively. I guide her hand to my zipper. she unzips my fanny pack by mistake. raviolis spill out everywhere

Some nights are worse than others. I can’t rock myself to sleep. My head is filled with thoughts of him. My tears suffocate me, and I can hardly breathe. This is one of those nights.