I can’t want you anymore. It’s killing me.
Books have a way of making you homesick for a place you have never been.
I want to sit with someone at 3 am and talk. Like really talk. I want you to tell me what keeps you up at night, that dream you keep having, what certain songs make you feel like, what you think happens after death. Talk to me about your family and your dreams.
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