Sunday, May 17, 2009

Defective

This very moment will never exist again, so even as I make love to it, I'm kissing it goodbye.

I hate myself for being a little bit happy that moments like tonight, when I should be relishing the fact that I am safe and warm and loved by someone with good intentions, won't last forever, and I won't feel so guilty all the time for not deserving it, and for not giving it back.

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