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isn't it beautiful? how an opened heart can touch another without ever being near it? i love you, with your insecurities laid out so i might put mine next to yours. i love your bared heart, the way it beats just like my own behind the gossamer strings of fiction we weave around them. thank you for creating a soft place to land. thank you for reaching out with outstretched hands. thank you for letting us catch them in our own.

in admiration of imagination

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i’m glad i wore my sweater today.

i’m glad i ate the food i like.

i’m glad i’m starting to choose myself again over the memories of you

we’ve been apart for three months

but i find i’m still defining myself by you

by what sweaters you wore

and what food you ate

and i think its funny

because you once cried to me

that you never wanted to be defined

by us

[capprr]

we’ve been apart for three months

but i find i’m still defining myself by you

by what sweaters you wore

and what food you ate

and i think its funny

because you once cried to me

that you never wanted to be defined

by us

[capprr]

(mine are reluctant, yet i was the first to let go)

everywhere, everywhen, we are all connected through parting hands

[capprr]

everywhere, everywhen, we are all connected through parting hands