i'll stop myself from picking up the phone, typing the words i want to say, keying in your number, and pressing send.
the times before i couldn't. the night before i didn't.
you can't say what you can't feel.
it's not that i won't mean them; it'll simply be because i can't feel them anymore.
darling, i do love you. but how much will i love you tomorrow? or rather, how much will i want to?
"cause when i'm with him i am thinking of you" "he kissed my lips, i taste your mouth"
how many days before i stop thinking of you, how long till i'll stop wanting you?
a part of this heart is already asleep.
but B..... it's all yours.
and i pressed send. yet again.
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