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i'd like to record this perfect moment in time, this gilded memory, because no matter what happens from here on out, i'd like to remember the time i was at the top of this rollercoaster, filled with horror and exhilaration at the thought of inevitably taking the plunge, filled with the recent memory of warmth, morbidly fascinated by the havoc my own endorphins have wreaked, scared to death for something to go wrong, filled with every possibility that a blossoming love affords. he makes me see life in technicolor. we kissed so much my lips are chapped. what i hear when i think of him: static-laced eight-bit music, the pitter-patter of rain on his window, the cheesiest symphonic trance conceivable, the clack-clack-clack of antique typewriter keys. i'm both skeptical and starry-eyed, and i wish i could shout something contrived somewhere where everyone can hear. i'm falling in love. i'm being a fool. |
