masquerade.

nature.

An illusion I cannot recreate
A feeling taken that wasn’t given
A possibility I saw that I made with my own mind
I love you already
I cannot keep falling so quickly

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Old.

I drive you home tonight. It’s a couple minutes past 1 am. I know it’s a bit late. You’re sitting just inches from me. We come to a stop in your neighborhood, and I turn to look at you. You’ve got your elbow propped up on the windowsill, with your head resting on your hand. The light from the lamppost illuminates your face. You look tired. I turn away to refocus on getting you home. As the drive continues, I feel your hand gently squeeze mine. I look back at you for a second, enough to see the slight smile across your face. You let my hand go as I reach to wrap my arm around you. You rest your head on my shoulder and I turn to press my lips against your forehead. You sigh and settle into me, the warmth of your body relaxed against mine. I hope you know how much you mean to me.

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