To have someone is a big responsibility. To every day decide to love them, until you forget, and panic, wonder how to fall in love again.
How much meaning can be put on kisses?
I wish I could love whole and beautiful, for years at a time,
but there are moments when I get swept up and taken away.
Caught in the way someone else caresses me, in the way work can consume, and time can chew on moments.
Fucking in silence is like realizing you aren't breathing.
Can there be love here? Is this much too noxious?
Tomorrow I will see him,
to see if I can keep loving.
Is this possible?
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