4. - Not How To Be Nice To People (obsession)
The blog post she'll never know I was reading. That virus way she replicates sometimes in my head. Or the bacteria way she infects. Something gross and applicable. Chalk it up to nausea, the pause of maybe being sick. The parties we pass out at alone. Well, not together.
5. - Lying Liars Who Lie (stimulation)
The way I rub my eyes with my thumb and lower index finger. All sorts of details that were so lost in her overly-air-conditioned bedroom. Always adjusting my steps around her, I never found solid ground. But still I could press into my face for thoughts to come pouring out. All the confusion I could find in one summer.
3. - What To Do With You (hope)
The most that timidity could hope for in cold weather. Checklists and great ideas lacking in initiative. The tea we never drank and what I would call trying. Such unbalanced scales, though she laid so wonderfully flat.
1. - An Engagement (respect)
The creak of floorboards. All of two people that you could fit in one tiny room. What could be easily overlooked and the moments where mistakes were only launching boards for something stronger. The Autumn colors we dressed ourselves in to stand back to back and find a future far away.
2. - A Life Of Possibilities (honesty)
The tiniest of promises that an eye can be full of. What spring air means to a 3:00 AM drive home. And all of the the wonder that could be found in a first date that's too much for two people. Not what died shortly after.
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