to the one who was to be my world, but failed me, all i could manage to say was that someday we might sit in the crying light of dusk, thinking about ice cream, trying to pinpoint precisely when our lives had stranded us at the side of the road, and we will laugh redemption, pounding our joyful fists into the soil. and then i told her she had beautiful eyes, and that would never change.
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- what are you doing?
- holding your hand.
- why?
- why not?
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