hey stranger,
i believed that night was real. i thought that conversation was real. inside your car, the world stopped spinning. it was just your voice and mine...mingling. your consciousness rubbing againts mine. we weren't even touching, you we're seated a foot away, but i never felt closer to you.
now you're back to being you. absent. busy. a perfect stranger.
that was not more than 2 days ago...where was the guy i talked to that night? did we left him at that church he told me he'd always dreamt of being married in when we drove off into the night? can i go back and get him? would you let me?
busy person
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