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Writing

Today was the day I realized that not everyone feels this way about writing. Not everyone wrote stories on colored construction paper when they were little and stapled the sides to make their own “book’. Not everyone kept journals in high school only to fill them with teenage angst, heartbreak, growing pains, and pure disdain towards parents.

I could barely find the words in my mouth and the nerve in my bones to chase you down and tell you how you made me feel. We could have been pioneers of our own wild love if I had just let you in.