For S
Every time we’re near enough to touch
each other,
my body forgets the regrets
buried deep
in my mind & in my liver.
Do you remember when
we listened to that cover song
below a muted sun
as we waited
for a plane to take us away?
Just you & me
singing
& free:
I can’t remember a more beautiful
moment
between us;
I can’t listen to that song
any more…
but I will always adore you
just as we sang to each other
in that final summer
of our happiness.
Words for Ghosts 
I’ve never been in love with anyone. Ever.
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Love is an elevated form of self-harm. Nothing lasts…
As Camus said: “Believe me there is no such thing as great suffering, great regret, great memory….everything is forgotten, even a great love. That’s what’s sad about life, and also what’s wonderful about it. There is only a way of looking at things, a way that comes to you every once in a while…”
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I’m sorry if this was a shocking response, C. I didn’t mean that I hate. I am full of love. It’s just… and “underneath” layer.
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There was no shock baby, and I didn’t sense any hate either. No need to worry
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Thank you so much. I was so worried you were angry at me for some reason. =D
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Of course not, I was just happy to be able to use a Camus quote haha
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=D
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