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Only meeting more that I’ll eventually have to let go.

It feels like such a waste of time, in retrospect.

Hours spent pillow-talking.

Minutes passed learning each others history.

Time together sharing thoughts, hopes, fears and heavy breathing like there just might be some kind of meaning to believe in.

Ooooooooh, these women, man.

They got me strung out.

Staying out late night.

Spending nights in unfamiliar beds.

Waking up in the arms of another, ready to reach for more good times when the sun comes up and over the horizon of her covers.

For the moment, we make pretend, role playing like two-lovers that didn’t just meet each other.


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