Honesty hour #1

I love you.

I'm fucking in love with you.

But you don't need any of that tonight.

Or tomorrow night.

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And honestly, I have lived by the policy of no drinking because I believe that pain demands to be felt but you have shown me no mercy, building cities and setting them on fire in my thoughts that alcohol is the only way to put them out. Or provoke them. I don't know, after all, I am writing for you now. 

I just hope that I'm on your mind; mending bridges, putting out fires and growing gardens and that you'll think of me. Think of me, fondly.

If not tonight,
tomorrow night.