It's the tragedy of loving, you can't love anything more than something you miss.
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She wants to know if I love her, that's all anyone wants from anyone else, not love itself but the knowledge that love is there, like new batteries in the flashlight in the emergency kit in the hall closet.
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Being with him made my brain quiet. I didn't have to invent a thing.
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Why do beautiful songs make you sad?' 'Because they aren't true.' 'Never?' 'Nothing is beautiful and true.
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.. I'm so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything.
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