- But even though she had learned not to jump when he touched her, still, his hands resting on her shoulders had a warmth all their own, that seeped into her skin and stole half her focus.
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Feeling remote?
i deleted it, sorry. it was just the dumbest thing.
here's a more truthful, less poetically idiotic answer: feeling irredeemably lost.
do you remember the comment you left last spring, saying you'd be sorry for the winter to go? that was honestly one of the sweetest things i've ever been told. i still treasure it.
thank you for your friendship. i will always wish for you to be well.
I love lost fragments like this. Sort of a snapshot of some other universe and if we look towards the edges it gets all blurry and out of sync till we have to begin making up the parameters if we are to continue our journey.
How are you feeling? How has autumn treated you?
I is sick so excuse my blah-ness.
*throws love at you so as not to get you ill*
Now I wanna see the rest of the story! Okay, done for the night. Looooppppyyyyy.
I'm sorry you're not doing so well. Everyone says this, but honestly, if you need someone to dump on, email me. I won't even write back and comment if you don't want me to.
I do remember, and thank you, truly.
It's easier to get lost when there is no snow on the ground to preserve your tracks...
*hugs TJ, just because*
:)
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