we sat on the floor of the store, looking through books. she looked through books about organic living and i looked through books about happiness and how to love one another.

i sit in my bathrobe, watching the movie i promised myself i would never watch again.

i’m writing you a letter, and deciding not to send it.

i’m singing you a song, and you’re looking at me with shocked eyes.

i’m throwing you a football, and you don’t catch it.

when my hair falls in my face, you thoughtfully knead it away with your fingers.

i just woke up one day, and i knew what i was never sure of.

with you.

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