Fingers intertwine when bodies aren’t ready and tear drops fall nice and steady when you wish they’d just stop. Love hits you when you least aspect it and it leaves you before you’re ready to lose it. Everyone says that if it’s meant to be it will be, that fate finds a way and happiness is something gifted to you at the right time but maybe it’s not so magical as it is just experience and willingness to be vulnerable. Maybe it’s just letting yourself be stupid, naive, wearing your heart on your sleeve, and not worrying to finally reach that ridiculous level of happiness that I never believed to be real and cut my wrists over in high school. Maybe I just need to be free to finally get back to you and me.



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