
Fat, sick, and nearly dead
I can’t like the things I used to like because they’re things she liked and I want to be enough for you. I don’t want to remind you of her. I want to be able to stand on my own to you, and I’m so afraid I don’t.

We actually have good lighting in our bedroom that doesn’t make me look like a fucking sentient dumpling so
Is the cats running down the hall
The smell of the book in my hands
The sound of Trevor snoring beside me
I just want you to tell me you’ll love me forever
I want you to tell me I’m the love of your life
I want you to tell me you want to marry me
But I don’t want to tell you I want you to say those things
Because I want you to say them on your own
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