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I want to sleep with you – to fall asleep and to sleep... Simply – sleep. And nothing further. No, also: to burrow my head into your left shoulder, my arm on your right shoulder – and nothing further. No, also: to know even in the deepest sleep that it is you.

There is always gonna be a time in time where your heart breaks listening to the slowly fading church instrumental music and you can't lie and admit there will always be something broken that will never be found. That is too hard for your heart to understand. You put your hands out to your heart and wait for a hand to reach. Maybe for the little child in you you so long abandoned or your pieces but................nothing......no reply.

Do tell, how was it like before the grief?
Before the constant banters and burn outs for validation?
When was the last “I love you” uttered?
The last warm embrace?
When did it start feeling like a lonely cave?
When?

“Finally, in a low whisper, he said, ‘I think I might be a terrible person.’ For a split second I believed him - I thought he was about to confess a crime, maybe a murder. Then I realized that we all think we might be terrible people. But we only reveal this before asking someone to love us. It is a kind of undressing.”
― Miranda July, The First Bad Man