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and i bet they sound like wind chimes.

2011-07-20 @ 10:20 p.m.

sometimes we say these things in passing, things that give ourselves away

and i'm here in the dark looking over at him thinking the same things as always

that words can't express how we need each other
i was thinking about going away for a couple days but i will miss him so much,
and the other day he thought we weren't going to be able to have dinner together so we both felt so strange,
and now i can't imagine a life without him in it again. no one i've ever known has had such a strong tug on my heart. we're tied together.

and then we were cooking dinner tonite and i joked about some artifact of our youth now viewed as outdated and unfashionable, wondering who the other me was who loved it so at the time, and he said he kept his because i had given it to him. and that the only reason he kept it was because he didn't have many things from his past, but he had the ones that counted.

i wonder how other people see us together, only because i wonder if they think we match. what i am more interested in is a scan of our brains when we are together. i wonder if the hemispheres light up, or if the little impulses sparkle, like the aurora borealis, or constellations. but either way, so beautiful.