I PREFER THIS OVER

I PREFER THIS OVER

Sometimes I can feel the magnitude of my loneliness within the interactions I have daily. I imagine my moments with such intensity that my dreams evolve into unrealistic expectation. What was it that was said, what action-re-action, what was the moment you knew. Or worse, oblivion. Someone should have told me.

(I hope that wasn’t love)

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