'Sometimes,' she whispers, 'I wake with no breath in my throat and I choke on my dreams.' I cringe, not wanting to know more. 'Sometimes, I wake up screaming with a fallen heart and fingernails broken for trying to hold on.'
I have to stop her. I can't know the images she's seen. The images I couldn't protect her from.
'Yeah, well sometimes I wake up with cum in my shorts, after dreaming of you.'
And it's not adequate and I know it. And as I pull her closer, trying to hold her so her tears can't fall and her dreams can't hurt her, I know that she knows, that I know.
'Most times,' she murmurs, 'I wish I didn't wake up.'
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...in my bed.
"We laugh and laugh, and nothing can ever be sad, no one can be lost, or dead, or far away: right now we are here, and nothing can mar our perfection, or steal the joy of this perfect moment." - Audrey Niffenegger (The Time Traveler's Wife)
twas awesome my friend!
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~Why do we keep our true thoughts and feelings from those that we wish to tell them to the most? Why are we so blind to not see what is so good right in front of our eyes? And why are we not good enough to try and better the world without hidden agendas?
yeah, sucks
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