It’s too hard to leave.
Every time I tell myself that I’m done with you, it never follows through. Honestly, I would never leave you, even if it seems like I would. I care too much about you. I still want to talk to you and keep you close to me no matter what happens. There are so many times where I just want to walk away from you for good, but there’s always this tiny piece of me that refuses to let go of you.
I have the deepest affection for intellectual conversations. The ability to just sit and talk. About love, about life, about anything, about everything. To sit under the moon with all the time in the world, the full-speed train that is our lives slowing to a crawl. Bound by no obligations, barred by no human limitations. To speak without regret or fear of consequence. To talk for hours and about...
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