mairead
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the word has lost its meaning it is just a pile of letters.
I am not complete. You don't have anything I want except for nice legs, maybe, and hands that learned on other girls. I don't like your laugh and I don't like the way you sing. When we sat under the statue to watch the lightning I felt happy, but I was not complete. You don't complete me and you never will.
Let's do something, you and me. What does that even mean? Is it something like go somewhere, or something like couches and holding each other in the dark? You say dinner and a movie. Oh. I put the phone away.
There are times when I think that you tease up the hem of my shirt with your fingers a little too quickly, and I've never held hands until now.