9°F
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1 min readJan 11, 2016
It’s taking everything in me not to drive right out to your house tonight, but for the cold ass temperatures and it being an impulsive decision right after you told me something personal and intimate, something secret and scary, something real?
God I just can’t stand seeing someone drowning. I know you aren’t drowning, I know I’m not drowning. I don’t know what I think, but I can’t help but feel like I need to hold you in place, keep you warm. What is it about intimacy?