My shortest story

Mar 03, 2010 15:19

We were happy being at the deep end of the pool until we realized the only thing keeping us afloat was us holding our breath. When we finally opened our mouths to speak you told me you wanted to go play at the shallow end with the other kids. I sank. It's where we belong. Me drowning, you measuring achievement by how well you can splash. It's more ( Read more... )

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chelseamw12 March 9 2010, 01:54:50 UTC
I'll meet you in the deep end, just remind me to bring my floaties.

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