High-res
328/ January 2, 2012 - The startling
In bed, the blanket a tangle representing my life. Troubled, we hold hands but only lightly, ready to let go.
“Do you think I’m sad because I read too many books?”
“No. I think you’re sad because you like being sad.”
And in that moment, he knew me better than myself.
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