There's something here to be said. Read.
Lay it on the page.
Sense the familiarity. Vacant words over caffeine - I'm hot. You're cold - filling the void to ease in to that comfortable state. That state of trust. Progress a weighty full stop in to a string of ellipses and inevitability question the motives of our arrangement.
What good is a love affair, if love fails to permeate the very act of expression?
What good is knowing someone, if surface restricts access to depth?
Why love someone, who's only knowing is an affair?
If love is depth. Surface is an act.
The simultaneous equation of complicated relationships.
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