2 ft

what did we talk about
when we weren't strangers?
between us, was there
always a measured distance?
was the weather of the day
our only conversation?
were our silences
short and whimsical?
aren't there great many things
a kiss can change?


this post is alternatively titled 'feelings are the real kissing disease.'

in other news, if you're planning to send me something awesome for valentine's day, i'd appreciate the softer world postcard that says 'let's burn this world down'. thanks.

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