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“But you don’t have to be so formal. I mean…it’s just me.” What he means is: We used to sleep together. I used to be able to play your body like it was a symphony. What I hear is: When you’ve slapped someone so hard you draw blood, why stand on ceremony?
IF YOU ASKED ME, I’d tell you I’m a fundamentally happy person, someone whose heart is capable of big leaps in the air. Which is a weird thing to say, actually, considering how much of my life I’ve spent depressed.
How similar does someone have to be to you before you remember to see them, first, as human?
