“And there is a certain comfort in being willingly lost, hidden from life itself. We lie there for a long while, basking in nature’s shower. At some point, his hand finds mine. He loosely interlocks our fingers, an action that is somehow more intimate than our time spent in the pool, as though he’s content to silently exist beside me.”
A part of me wants to end here bc I just know it’s not gonna end well
— Apr 13, 2025 06:07PM
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