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wish I had this too.

wish I had this too.

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wish I had this.

wish I had this.

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Deb Caletti, The Fortunes of Indigo Skye

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yes. more than you will ever know. my heart has become wrapped around yours, or yours wrapped around mine. I’m not sure which leaves me more vulnerable; susceptible to that crushing feeling where it feels like you gasp and gasp and claw at your surroundings to catch a breath, but none comes to your starving lungs. that feeling when you know someone can take your whole world away in an instant, or slowly ebb everything that was once good and true and blissful, carelessly replacing them with sadness and bitterness and apathy, until you struggle to grip the last little memories of when you were actually happy, before heavy sobs replaced hopeful laughter. and even still, you can’t let go. you can’t let go because your heart, damaged though it may be, still beats within his, fused indefinitely, at least until that last tiny memory is forfeited I the interest of salvaging life after death and eventually, new love after heartache.

yes. more than you will ever know.

my heart has become wrapped around yours, or yours wrapped around mine. I’m not sure which leaves me more vulnerable; susceptible to that crushing feeling where it feels like you gasp and gasp and claw at your surroundings to catch a breath, but none comes to your starving lungs. that feeling when you know someone can take your whole world away in an instant, or slowly ebb everything that was once good and true and blissful, carelessly replacing them with sadness and bitterness and apathy, until you struggle to grip the last little memories of when you were actually happy, before heavy sobs replaced hopeful laughter.

and even still, you can’t let go. you can’t let go because your heart, damaged though it may be, still beats within his, fused indefinitely, at least until that last tiny memory is forfeited I the interest of salvaging life after death and eventually, new love after heartache.

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