burning every bridge that i cross to find somewhere beautiful to get lost.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
i want to ask you what you're doing next year. but maybe i shouldn't? maybe not knowing will hurt less, or maybe knowing for longer will help me prepare if you do leave? i don't know, i just don't know. i don't want you to leave.
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