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I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.

I prefer to vent here because none of you people know me. My man friend, who I’ve been falling rather quickly for, gave me the “We need to talk and make sure we’re on the same page.”
I am so scared.
Obviously he feels like we aren’t on the same page or something I’ve done made him feel that we aren’t.
I cried a lot last night. I just hope, if nothing else, we can stay close friends.
He’s such a sweet man. I want so much from him, but I’ll settle gladly for just keeping him around.

Melancholy.