I would really like to start an entry with "The boy I love," but that phrase is too heavy for me, I'm afraid. I have a lot of unfinished poetry, long waiting for their last lines. And it's sad to be left incomplete. I long for the day when I could finish them all and when I could finally start an entry with "The boy I love." For now, starting with "The boy who makes my coke taste sweeter and my coffee more bitter" would be enough, I think. Oh the thoughts that visit me when my mind is tired.
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