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Not updating my Twitter, Facebook, or Instagram so people will assume I’m dead is going according to plan.

What would six years mean to you? Most certainly not running to the laundromat in a foreign town. Being anxiety ridden in book shops with judgemental old men who try not to scowl. Dark Victorian like curtains which look like they smell old so you dare not fall in them.

All the days where you make love and you don’t know what time it is. And after is even better because you can trace his neck with your fingertips knowing that hes picking a place on your body to do the same. Waiting for him to kiss you. It felt right to wait for him to kiss you.

Maybe the shower at times was your only escape. How can you miss somebody when you live and breathe them? Children fight over childish things but I know we were trying to play a part. Prove to the world that we could make things work to the best of our doing. The domestic sense would be there and would leave when we were running on the beach at night.

That time was filled with love, passion, spars (literally), tears, anger, and safety. This time was our movie, our novel, our love story. I’ll never forget the feeling of standing in an empty room that was filled up with me for 3 months and how for the first time in my life I knew what heartbreak looked like. And now a new love story like the many before us take its place. It won’t know the time I felt scared and asked you to make love to me so I could feel you, and only you.

Our love story was a year old. It could barely walk let alone run. 6 years will be here soon, a process none of us can stop. I hope it never does.