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or a Beautiful Nightmare?

~Tiffany Tran~
~20 yrs on Earth~

Ask me?

"Hey. Hope you’re having fun at camp. Sorry I’m calling so late. Love you. Bye."

I replay the message.
I listen to how tired you sound.
I listen to the affection in your voice even though it’s so late.

I miss you.
I was doing so well these past few days.

I didn’t think about you.
I didn’t think about your smile.
I didn’t think about how you look at me.
I didn’t think about the butterflies I get when I turn the corner and you’re there.

Why can’t I let go?

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We stand at the station waiting for the train.

I have your jacket around me and I have to hold it closed because my backpack is in the way. You pull me closer so that we aren’t touching but close enough to where your lips can reach my forehead.

We just stand in silence. A comfortable silence.

I look up at you occasionally and I can’t help but feel a tingle on my lips and flutters in my stomach.

You look at me. I look back.

I can’t help but look away because I’m scared that the longer I look….

You’ll start to disappear…

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Once you lose yourself, you have two choices. Find the person you used to be, or lose that person completely. Because sometimes you have to step outside of the person you’ve been, and rememeber the person you were meant to be - the person you wanted to be, the person you are.
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I want to spend October with you, because it’s
my favorite month and happens during my
favorite season. I wish we could aimlessly
walk around a forest and with each leaf that
falls from the branches above, we fall a little
more for each other too. While hand in hand
we can crave the smell of warm coffee and
cinnamon muffins on a chilly morning, we
could feel the autumn breeze brush against
our skin and the goose bumps we get, we
won’t be able to tell if it’s from touching each
other’s skin or from the wind being too cool.
When we lay in bed you’d have the hardest
time moving an inch away from me, because
I’d want to be skin to skin every minute.
These lonely summer nights without you make
me crave the fall, and crave the season of
death in the hopes that maybe this loneliness
would die too, and you’d appear by my side.
I can’t tell if I love the night too dearly, or
hate it too passionately. I think I’d adore
it if I got to sleep next to you every evening,
and I think that I’d enjoy the sunset more
watching it hit your face than actually
seeing it say goodnight. I just crave to
spend time with you, I do.

i.c. // October (via delicatepoetry)

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