you grew up reading
and I grew up playing
that you were okay with our time together
being just a shade of love,
like your "literary crushes" you called them.
i LOVE Zooey you would say,
and I would comply....
You were okay with talk
and text
and time
defining ours,
because you grew up reading.
You typed once,
I love you.
Sometime,
sometime soon
I will be able to fully describe how
fucking horrible everything
about everything
about you. You need it.
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