I didn’t think anything of how protective I was and how it came across that I got into her car, I figured I’d see her again because we had the same destination, but not the very next day again, and the day after, and it became exhausting, but also hilarious and I was looking forward to it more than I dreaded it, wondered how she’d come back at me, as useless as I was trying to help her when I felt like I couldn’t help, it was comforting that I could be there, take responsibility and know she was okay, when she wasn’t it was scary, because she knows what she’s doing, she’s built something for herself and by herself, she’s got an answer for everything, her art belongs in a museum and I want to kiss her when she’s explaining why my birth time matters and how it explains that I come across as immature when according to her I’m really not, I mean, kiss her because I’m not sure if I believe her, but also maybe I do and she’s so excited about it and really, how is that any different than the concept of destiny? she’s got nothing bad to say about anybody and she wants me to say bad things to her when we’re alone, she’s fiery and she’s got a cracking laugh, she doesn’t need me, but she wants me and she pushes me to do and think about things that I already should have thought about, most of all, I know I’ll always want to go wherever she decides to take me,
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