
We....need to talk
You have been with me all of my life, I've always supressed you until now.
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What do you want from me?

You have been with me all of my life, I've always supressed you until now.
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What do you want from me?
I get to make some new friends and now Groove restricted my sweets and cuddles, that's not fair at all. We are in summer camp after all, the most romantical time of the school year!
And to top it all off, I lost my bill under this machine. There goes my sweet tea....
She is not here. They took her from me.
She is not here. They took her from me.
She is not here. They took her from me.
She is not here. They took her from me.
She is not here. They took her from me.
She is not here. They took her from me.
She is not here. They took her from me.
She is not here. They took her from me.
She is not here. They took her from me.
She is not here. They took her from me.
She is not here. They took her from me.
She is not here. They took her from me.
She is not here. They took her from me.
She is not here. They took her from me.
She is not here. They took her from me.
My back and heard hurts....so much it's unreal....
I figured that since the goddesses seem to make prayers come true, I figured out it wouldn't hurt to wish to be as close to you as I possibly could.
So now, I am stuck like this! I get to look at you every breathing moment. It's a sight to behold.
I took a little detour while you were sleeping and managed to get rid off some loose ends.
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Isn't that wonderful? Now we can be forever together without the interruptions of those friends you made back at the orphanage.
I know I said we would be seeing the ocean next, but I finally gave in after some minutes of back and forth.
That doesn't mean that I am not enjoyoing the snow. But I wouldn't it enjoy it as much as your presence, Groove. And because of that, we are doing what you want next.
To be seen like this, all vunerable to the naked eye makes my whole body shiver. But I can't ignore the fact that when I am with you all my worries melt away.
It's been a while since we have been married Groove, but we never had a honeymoon. Would you like to have one?
After months of debating that If i would need to do it myself....Air Groove is finally gone!
Words cannot express my happinness in these moments. Now Admire just has me to rely on, isn't that wonderful?
SHE ONLY NEEDS ME AND ME ONLY
Good goddesses this is so good. I can even have double dessert now that Groove isn't here to tell me about my sugar and what not.
Aaaaah, this is heaven.
Its strange.
Talking about what the mind chooses to cradle when time runs out.
Not the screams, not the headlines, not the way my name curdled in other peoples mouths.
I think instead about quiet things. The way the air felt just before dawn.
The way Admire never knocked on my door, only leaned in the doorway as if she was afraid I might disappear if she startled me.
My life was never gentle.
It lurched and snapped and tore itself open again and again, and I kept running forward anyway, convinced that motion alone could outrun consequences.
I loved too hard. I hurt too deeply. I mistook obsession for devotion and devotion for salvation. I know that now.
But knowing it doesnt save me.
What surprises me is that when I think of love, its not loud emotions nor my trainer.
It’s Grooves hand.
Steady, always steady. Her voice low enough that it felt like a secret meant only for me.
She loved me without asking me to be better first. She saw everything, every fracture, every ugliness I tried to justify and stayed anyway. I dont know if that makes her brave or foolish.
Maybe both. Maybe love is just like that.
I tell myself I would apologize if I had more time. For the damage. For the fear. For the way my shadow stretched too far and swallowed things it shouldnt have.
But apologies feel small now, like coins pressed into a closed palm and thrown in a nearby fountain, wishing for something better.
I wonder if she knows I loved her back in the only way I knew how. Messy. Incomplete. Real.
Theres a moment, right before the end, where the world goes oddly quiet. Not peaceful. Just… focused. As if everything narrows to a single point and asks you, softly, Is this who you were?
I dont fight it. I dont beg. I think of her laugh when she forgot to be guarded. I think of the warmth of her shoulder against mine, the rare times I allowed myself to rest there.
I think of love not as something that ruined me, but as something that proved I was alive at all.
If this is how my story ends, then let it end with her name in my thoughts.
Admire Groove
I guess its time I close my eyes and let the rest fall away. The bleeding wont stop anyways and is not like Im losing my head to stop this. Heh, last minute pun.
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