• love, personal

    When It’s Over.

    I know what it’s like to drown in someone, and I know what it’s like to not even attempt to dip your toes in the shallow end. But this is the first time I feel like I’m sinking. It has been four months. Four months of frenetic, frenzied fornication— amongst other things. I wonder if you can tell. I wonder if you feel the same way. I wonder if you...

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