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“My therapist told me this earlier this year and I promise I’m taking it to my grave:

"If someone can’t tell you what you did wrong or what the problem is, it is none of your business."

I had the bad habit of automatically accepting blame when I noticed a change in someone’s behavior. I’d assume that I said or did the wrong thing. She put an end to that immediately.”

I remain. I linger. longer than time allows. I change. I shift my flaws towards newly polished mistakes. I collect fierce committed promises to unholy spaces in my mind, wishing to learn how to breathe. I praise the enemy. My friends just left. I sign presence sheets, answer whenever am called for. I wait, somewhere empty. the tears resonate, filling nothing more than solitude, as I compose hollograms, for the same reason you left the crowd. I don't want to do it anymore. the chasing, the count downs, the comments, the hollow vein stories. the talks, the looks, the recurrent replies and punshlines. the way everything is so similar yet so distinct and distant.. almost as distant as I crave to be from the world.

koryxo

We melted in the crowds. We've been to the same places, at the same time. I fell into bad habits, you rushed through the stop signs. We played the parts, neither of us was fine.

Today, if i had to define, a picture for salvation, i d paint your eyes in perfect lines.

The hours are still too long to bear, the days are nothing but a countdown. But i ve met a new kind of despair, when i fell for you, a promise not faint down. I ve seen your face washed by showers of a dimmed light, kept behind curtains. I ve found in your voice symphonies sweeter than my murders. We spoke in a shared blank sight. I lost my fight, along with my nightmares and hurting. Forgot the crawling stings, that hunted my skin, at the edge of the window in my room. You're the blessings in my sin, the pleasure so raw in every tune. I will be me. You ll be you. But You ll be me.and I ll be you. Summers will come back with better suns. I ll wear all black, you ll powder your guns. I ll love you when am out of track, you ll make every hour count.

This was meant to reach you sooner.

I love you so much. And I miss you so.

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“He looks at me and says, “god, I’m so terrified you’re going to fuck me up.” He does this half laugh. “You know why?” I shake my head. “Because 80% of people don’t stay together but I keep imagining old me and old you taking walks on a beach somewhere. “And if we don’t, I’ll have that image stuck in my head forever, and it’s going to fuck me up.””

— Sue Zhao

For some people, it's just a matter of time.