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"I don't know how I can miss you this much and still not have met you."
Might be the sweetest line I have ever been fed...
And I am hungry... but not foolish.
So I will only eat with caution... chewing eat bite over and over again.
A comfortable enough consistency to swallow.
And I swallow hard. And I like it. But only so much...

And my blood runs hot but slow...
To keep my body temperature at a very specific degree.
And part of me wants to just let go, for once.
But that other part screams in my face like my uncle did once when I
was 6 years old and crossed Berry Street without looking both ways
and nearly died. I will never again forget caution.

Flirting with danger is very far from throwing yourself under a bus.
But red looks good on me and blood turns me on...
These little inner conflicts fuck with me, like you do.
These little inner conflicts define my passions...
What defines you?