Notes
think of that first time I kissed you, when i pulled you back by your backpack, because in that moment, I wasnt ready for you to go
there is no order to this. that moment was fleeting, was sporadic, uncalculated passion.
what comes from the sea will return to it again. I left the sea in cape cod, and I will return, with you in tow.
it isnt finished because we are only just beginning. this is my knowledgeable surrender.
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