the only moment we were alone.

~ Friday, April 9 ~
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Me: “I was really planning on not getting attached to you…
It’s not really working.”

Him: “I was going to try to do the same thing. But, I’ve failed.
You’re so amazing.”

We planned a road trip. Cross country, and across the World. We mapped out our stops, and where we’d sleep. We dreamt, together, about how we could spend every night cuddled up. We mapped it all out…
Please, please, please don’t let me get hurt again.
I know it’s coming, eventually.
Nobody ever really decides to stay.