14.12.06 - 4:18 p.m.

in my dreams we are always in transit. we have kissed at the bus mall and the train station. your hand has held mine between seats, aside the gear shift in my car.

these holidays are making me nervous. my avoidance can only go unchecked for so long. all that courage mustered for one measly conversation, and now: what? i leave a present on your parents' doorstep; i wait for you to come home.



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