I've never really been content with prevalence until it was shared.
we hold these days as long as our fingers can grasp them.
watching the breeze brush the lake, laying out on the cold concrete, not thinking before speaking, playing games that you hate with the radio on, considering watermelon & half a fortune cookie a sufficient meal.
a window seat where the sunbeams crease in between the blinds. Sharing two separate couches in two separate houses.
Ive never written specifically to you. But right now. you're honestly the only thing on my mind.
And I hardly could let you out of my arms. My smile was fake as you drove away.
Sometimes always,
-J
p.s.
You've got me.
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