I took another look at the pictures of us from your visit here. There are only four in existence, as far as I know. Only two of us together. I keep looking into your eyes. Mine are flashing, filled with light, they look like mercury (that's not poetry, look for yourself and you'll see it's true), liquid silver with what you light up inside me. Yours, I just don't know. Do I see doubt? How do I know? I can drive myself crazy, convince myself of anything.
If I do see you again, it'll be when we're actually trying. Because I can't endure this ever again.
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