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leed. But you are by far my favourite.

THE ZODIAC OF ONE

When I look up at night, all the constellations look like you.

THE STATIC ON THE LINE

Don’t talk to me like you know me. Talk to me like you love me.

THE TENDER TINDER BOX

You’ve made the air flammable. These walls are just paper. And blood is gasoline. You shouldn’t have come here, made of fireworks, if you didn’t want me to play with fire.

I need a light.

THE SLIGHT PINCH

You and I could collide, like atoms in some scientist’s wet dream. We could start a new universe together. We could mix like a disease. And if we do, I hope we never get better.

THE WISHING WELL IN THE SKY (LETTERS TO FATHER TIME)

All I ask is that you let me spend forever feeling this way, before you take me.

THE HUMANS AREN’T RECYCLABLE

I hold you like I do, tightly because I know that one day, I’ll die.

And I am determined to do it with a smile on my face.

THE PLACE WHERE I WAIT

I’ll see you at your funeral, if you’ll see me at mine. I’ll wait at the edges for your ghost to rise (until the end of time). We’ll find someplace nice to haunt, an abandoned beach house filled with memories of summer sunburns. Children will giggle as we tickle their feet at night and they’ll never know the bad dreams we fight. We’ll make our own heaven. Walking in places we used to walk until death, dies.

THE EBB AND FLOW

I know I’m only borrowing it. I know I have to give Summer back to you. Just as you, have to give Winter, back to me.

THE POINT PAST PEAK FEELINGS

I know you have feelings left somewhere.

But they’re all so hard to reach.

THE PICTURE WE MAKE

The little things you forget, kill me.

THE DIARIES OF FOREIGN LOVERS

You are so patriotic to your heart. It keeps the country together.

But it tears the world apart.

THE LACK OF POSTCARDS

I know you’re not here, I can see it in your eyes when we talk. Where ever you are, come back soon.

THE TRANSLATION SERVICE

And when I asked you how you’d been I meant I missed you more than I’ve ever missed anything before.

THE FIRST TIME WE MET

It’s when you hold eye contact for that second too long or maybe the way you laugh. It sets off a flash and our memories take a picture of who we are at that point when we first know “This is love.”

And we clutch that picture to our hearts because we expect each other to always be the people in that picture. But people change. People aren’t pictures. And you can either take a new picture or throw the old on

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Alice
Great book, nicely written and thank you BooksVooks for uploading

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