you kinda had to be there

[eor]

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We sit with friends on the rough benches of the teahouse, packed together in our heavy coats, shuffling our feet to warm them. The fatigue of long days held at bay by strong tea and adrenaline. We pretend not to notice the blue lighting crackling between us across the table. Your boyfriend snatches up every bit of conversation like a deranged magpie, hopping about trying to disrupt and distract. But inside the air smells of ozone and outside the tall windows, the wind is whipping up a storm.

I look down, stir my tea, and remind myself to breath.

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You're in love again. You're not at the point where you'll actually admit it, but I know you by now. It's so funny to hear it in your voice as we sit talking in the kitchen. I hear it and it echoes across the strings of my heart. You're the only person I know who falls in love more often than I do. Well, at least nearly as often. Sometimes I'm in the lead, sometimes you leave me in the dust. I can't help but like listening to you go on and on, dancing around that which you're not yet ready to admit.

If I ever were to fall in love with you it would probably be now. Of course, you're too busy being in love to notice.

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