When my book is finally read I wonder how our story will have been written.
do you think every moment would have been captured accurately
the chills and tingles you sent up my spine.
the number of tosses and turns in my sleepless nights.
would we marvel at the events we imagined but never confessed
giggle in disbelief of the circumstances encircling us.
would we be judged guilty for how we felt
cant help but wonder what our books will say.
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Keep writing that book, no matter the circumstances, all of relationships add to the depth and color and I am glad that I here to get to see it written
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