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It feels like we’re cramming for an exam, studying like maniacs the night before a test on a subject we’ve half-listened to all year. The content isn’t unfamiliar when you read it; it’s like you’ve read it before. Sam feels like I’ve read him before, but I haven’t.
Sometimes it’s easier to play the characters we’ve been assigned.
How can I go back to a life where Sam Penny isn’t kissing me?
I can’t unknow him.
His kisses are commas.
Our conscious actions might be the ship we’re sailing, but our subconscious is the rudder that steers it.
And I think to myself, wouldn’t it be so lovely if we viewed ourselves through the same lens as the people who love us?
Sam and I are holding hands and it’s conscious and on purpose. He told me before we walked inside to not even think about letting go, that it’s his job to support me and my job to let him.