Those old words.
Mine so foolish and yours poetic, as always. Tears and interminable laughter ensue. No one could make me smile like that.
I want to take action in this moment, but I truly believe its too soon. And I think I've finally decided this has nothing to do with everything else. That my indecision was an excuse to get over you.
I don't know that I can accomplish that.
And you will ask why I still love you, why I ever loved you.
I have not a list of reasons, but one single answer that suffices to tell all. Prosaic and probably trite, the kind of line romantic comedy hinges on.
When I'm next to you, not a piece of me is missing.
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