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Photos by Lisa Fotios
I don't want to tell another sad love tale. The world is filled with them and has no real need for mine. Yet, the truth remains. I wake up and reach for you. This is hardly convenient. We said what we said, we did all we did. The facts are not conducive; all the feelings will never add up in the end. I'm sure to make you cry. Still. I wake up, and I reach for you. It's silly, really. You're never here at night. Why do I smell you each morning? These things are built almost to kill us. (Or to almost kill us.) I'm about to make another strange mistake to compensate. Wherever you are, stay there. However you are, be well.
Beautifully said, capturing a human moment of paradox
The reaching is the truth straight from the body.