Monday, 18 July 2016
















I write to you offline as well sometimes. 

Mostly rough drafts that I never actually send.

I like you. I respect this space between us. 

How do I keep you going? I'll have to figure that out. 

We never needed boxed wine.

Maybe one day you'll look at me

with desire. Maybe one day you'll 

drain all my energy with your sober

rambles. 




Don't stop. 

Keep moving.
 
You're very charming.




























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