This is the longest we've gone since I've known you. You're not one with words, but you spoke more than we do now.
And I hate it.
I know this was my call- I know what I want, what I hope. It doesn't make it any easier.
It feels like a gamble, one I could lose big on. You could too, come to that.
Gamble on me. Bother me. Choose me. Earn me.
Or don't.
I'm gambling on you.
But let's be clear. No more grey. No more guessing.
For all the missing, I'm less anxious. Not sure what that means either.
This is where I can't be afraid of my dreams. Are you a part of them?
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