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i dreamt we held hands and it was epically glorious

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You Get In, You Get Done, You Get Gone

“Just because some cute girl likes the same bizarro crap you do doesn’t make her your soul mate.”
- 500 Days of Summer

Dear god. These feelings are getting alarmingly intense. This is Unacceptable with a capital “U.” Fuck.

You get in, you get done and then you get gone
You never leave a trace, or show your face, you get gone
Should’ve turned around and left before the sun came up again
But the sun came up again

Suddenly I’m in over my head and I can hardly breathe
Suddenly I’m floating over her bed and I feel everything

There are barely three months left before graduation. This is the most impractical thing ever. Unless something actually happens. Then it could be the best thing ever.

No, I’m not that naive.

But the boundaries of our relationship seem to be getting thinner and thinner, and it is not helping matters. Not at all.

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