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misgivings, n.
--Last night, I got up the courage to ask you if you regretted
us.
“There are things I miss,” you said. “But if I didn’t have
you, I’d miss more.”
— May 01, 2013 01:16AM
--Last night, I got up the courage to ask you if you regretted
us.
“There are things I miss,” you said. “But if I didn’t have
you, I’d miss more.”
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Joseph Marvin Reyes
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motif, n.
--You don’t love me as much as I love you. You don’t love
me as much as I love you. You don’t love me as much as
I love you.
— May 01, 2013 01:15AM
--You don’t love me as much as I love you. You don’t love
me as much as I love you. You don’t love me as much as
I love you.
Joseph Marvin Reyes
is on page 156 of 211
motif, n.
--You don’t love me as much as I love you. You don’t love
me as much as I love you. You don’t love me as much as
I love you.
— May 01, 2013 01:16AM
--You don’t love me as much as I love you. You don’t love
me as much as I love you. You don’t love me as much as
I love you.
Joseph Marvin Reyes
is on page 121 of 211
fraught, adj.
-Does every “I love you” deserve an “I love you too”? Does
every kiss deserve a kiss back? Does every night deserve
to be spent on a lover?
If the answer to any of these is “No,” what do we do?
— Apr 30, 2013 06:20PM
-Does every “I love you” deserve an “I love you too”? Does
every kiss deserve a kiss back? Does every night deserve
to be spent on a lover?
If the answer to any of these is “No,” what do we do?
Joseph Marvin Reyes
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abstraction, n.
Love is one kind of abstraction. And then there are those
nights when I sleep alone, when I curl into a pillow that isn’t
you, when I hear the tiptoe sounds that aren’t yours. It’s not
as if I can conjure you there completely. I must embrace the
idea of you instead.
— Apr 29, 2013 12:08PM
Love is one kind of abstraction. And then there are those
nights when I sleep alone, when I curl into a pillow that isn’t
you, when I hear the tiptoe sounds that aren’t yours. It’s not
as if I can conjure you there completely. I must embrace the
idea of you instead.
