I want to give you something to read.

[__holyshit]

I get so lost in writing - its contradiction. Words collaborated into phrases to ignite the next move, letters words and numbers dont count the times ive seen you the way i do. Numbers are inaccurate, do they tally the amount of emotion relayed into each kiss, can they decipher creases of love over creases of lust in our lips and our fingertips?

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[pinkeyefountain]

Thank you for withstanding my lame crying all week. You took such good care of me; you took me to the fancy Macy's bathroom instead of the bus stop, you dealt with my confusing emotional outbursts in the early morning hours, you never once questioned my unusual & spontaneous behavior, and you always kept watch while I napped, even though you were undoubtedly just as tired as I was. You have given me - hands down - the best moments of my life. You held my hand in empty mall parking lots until the security guard told us we had to leave, you let me spend my bus fare on fruit punch in the parking garage vending machine, you told me not to look when Chico died (and then you lied to me about his death to spare my feelings, which I appreciate), you dilligently made me an overabundance of cereal, Kool Aid, and peanut butter death-wiches... and you never asked for anything back. You really amaze me

[__holyshit]

I love you.. its that door you know? its that phrase that cant be defined to one another only understood and accept, like infinity you know, like us?

[pinkeyefountain]

I am really bored here by myself and I miss you already. I hope you get everything done that needs to get done. I guess I'll find out on Thursday right? I love you.