One day, we'll lie down under that sky and be able to say i fucking love you, you bitch. We'll hold hands as we go through the midnight markets and buy ice blended drinks without being stared at like freaks. We'll kiss under the sun and go hiking and not have people ask oh, would you like one for your daughter, too. We'll press skintoskin and mouthtomouth and hearttoheart and no one will call me scarlet woman or you cradle-robber.
You don't believe me, but it will happen and we'll revolutionise the way people love. In the meantime, I'll write and think and dream about you instead until you can come along with enough courage to make something better in reality.
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