A Funny Story Is At Four He Taught Himself How To Ride A Bike

There’s a reason they call them crushes.
There’s a reason they call it falling in love.
There’s a reason they call it being hooked.
It’s painful.

Inherent romance.
Inherent agony.
Inherent pain.

Nothing’s there.
As much as I or anyone wants to believe that something’s there, nothing’s there.
There’s nothing there.

In the space between us there’s no tension.
No longing.
No pieces of incomplete puzzles.
No desperate feelings.

Nothing comes in.
Nothing comes out.
Our gazes don’t meet.
Nor do our mouths.

 

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