In some past life I'm pretty sure you knew me, because right now you seem to feel me. Whatever lies at the depths of these interactions I don't think I can ever know, but if we're being honest here I'll admit to my role. It's so easy, playing pretend, not wondering where the night will end but waking up and wishing it didn't ever have to. Some sort of chemical electricity pulsing in my chest, running through my fingertips. An uneven heartbeat focused wherever your hand touches my leg. It's strange, really, how right I know it isn't but how that doesn't make me want to stop. Strange, how I can see you out of the corner of my eye and instead of keeping tabs on you, knowing you'll show up by my side eventually. Some things just cannot be denied, can't be reckoned with or forced into silence. These things must just remain still, and dormant, until whatever life lets them breathe and prosper.
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