I was once so sure.

(When I see those numbers count up nested between two smiles I hope it's you...drawing lines of words outlining the shape of who you are. When I get anxious thinking about the moment when I'm introduced to the you filled with months of textual exchanges, I simply recall the beautiful and easy comfort we floated in when we first met. When I become concerned with worldly context and expectations, I imagine how my hand will fit in yours and smile at the the incredible color of your soul.)


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