Cataclysmic Love

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Every time i walked next to him, behind him, by him,

i panicked.

his hands tucked in his pockets, slowly so slowly, made me realize the importance of jeans that hung just so. Just so, he always found jeans that hung just so. My heart would beat, running footsteps on the cold tile we glided over – my heart was running away from me so it could circle around you. It made me

stop

so i could look. look at you, of course. The way you got distinguishibly red when you laughed or your hands shaking when i put you on the spot. i loved putting you on the spot. you would tease, and then apologize – kindness, kindness, kindness. you would clear pathways and you would light fires–just so.

the importance of jeans that hung just so.

just so.

just so.

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