time together.

And maybe, all this time, it had never been me. It never mattered who stayed, but who knocked first. You reached out and I gripped your hands, you looked for comfort and I gave you warmth. You were longing not to be alone and I was too.

So maybe we have mistaken our time together for something special, while it wasn’t. That all this time, it was coincidence, and nothing truly mattered. I’m starting to believe that nothing truly mattered, while I wish that it did.


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