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And as I walk through this hallowed ground, I am reminded of everything. The faux mysteriousness of my childhood, the vicious sexuality of my adolescence, and the emptiness that awaits me.
My heart burns like a flame. It comes to life with the sight of your face, burning hot and fierce for you, only you. My love is like a torch.
"Come back here with me." she half whispered, motioning to the back of the auditorium. It was less than a week until opening night of my first play. I moved away from my cast mates to sit in the back with her. "Your grades are...well..." she began, as the first tear rolled down my cheek. And just like that, I was dismissed.
"Let me show you." he said, as I shook with anticipation, nervousness, awkwardness. He put his hand to the back of my head, holding it gently, and pulling it softly towards his face as he leaned in to kiss me.
She made her toast. Her coffee. Grabbed her book and a blanket. Balancing everything, she walked out to the patio swing, and smiling as her dogs hesitantly jumped up to sit with her as she watched the sun rise.
Everybody here knows too much. Yet I can't bring myself to leave. Days, weeks, months, years, a lifetime spent in this town.