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“I didn’t need anyone to tell me how to find you,” he clarified. “I saw you leaning against the balcony. Your back is practically painted in my brain.”
I hated how much I had her memorized. I hated how much overtime my brain was running to remember her while I slept, injecting it into my dreams.
“You keep me up every night. I dream about August. And I dream about the night before Halloween when we kissed. And I dream about seeing you kiss someone else. I dream about things that haven’t even happened.”
There was something beautiful about falling in love with the uncertainty of life.
