mood: anxious
music: 'embraceable you' by nat king cole
i could pull you in right now. lift you upwards. lift you heavenly. until you and i were face to face, lips to lips. why are you so scared? why am i? we're thinking too much, you and i. we might have killed it.
no amount of literary technique could ever touch us.
shouldn't you be happy? shouldn't i? why aren't we climbing towards heaven now, grasping at each other and not at straws? i could be looking at the world through rose-colored lenses.
i've never been more literal, more sincere, than at a moment, caught in your gaze. and as the undertow catches me again, i'm more than happy to be dragged downwards, because in a funny way, i'm being lifted too.
i wish too much, and now, yet again, i wished i hadn't wished. i wish i reached for that golden ring when i saw it and didn't wait for the next time around.
a kiss is a kiss, and why is that? somehow i think it's more. somehow i know it's more.
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