.:. Qualia .:.
The loneliness of the days when we couldn't meet,
proved the perfection of the times when we were together.
The way things seem to us,
is what makes the same feeling,
feel so different.
Sometimes I wonder,
I persist,
and I always wait.
Yet my reaction to you,
is it acceptance of who you are,
or am I losing hope.
I wasn't asked by anyone,
but had the choice to choose,
yet neither courage lies in me.
Like the pain in my shoulders,
I wish for this to heal,
but I don't know what's it like before.
or after...
Revealed on [7:02 PM]
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