my friends bought a cat and a cabin in the woods. I drink their tea and take their tour down the hall / out the back / upstairs. every room is beautiful and filled with books. plenty of room for paintings on the walls. for the first time I think about slowing maybe stopping maybe coming home to settle down. they don't ask about what matters so I don't tell them. we talk about movies instead.
drinking takeaway coffee waiting on a bench between the market and the water. reading all about love. still thinking of you. in the car dad asks if I scared you away. I don't like the question and don't know if I want to know the answer. you once told me that these eyes could make you cry. it's funny you're the reason they won't stop.
I miss you or at least the way it felt. I hope you're doing well out there.
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