i'm getting used to being pursued. it's always been easier for me to do the pursuing.
thank you for being interested & opening your life to me.

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it's not about him falling short.
it's not about his arrogance.
it's not about his selfishness.
it's not about his immaturity.
it's not about the disappointment.

i sat in my car, heat blowing on my face-overcast-overwhelmed with sadness. tears streaming. hearing my Abba's heartbeat,

thu-thump//thu-thump//thu-thump..

'this is all i feel, those tears you can't control-those are mine.'
he doesn't even know how much he is missed.