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in  another  life,  i  think  i  would  have  really  liked  just  doing  laundry  and  taxes  with  you.

⠀no grave can hold my body down— i’ll crawl home to her .

although  i  may  not  be  yours,  i  can  never  be  another's.

he  showed  me  his  scars,  and  in  return  he  let  me  pretend  that  i  had  none.

good news， i love you anyway. all the mess and fuss of you. all the stray hairs and uneven smiles. i love your laugh and your sigh and the way you sing along with the music. it's all lovable. it feels so good to love you.

wishing i could lick the grief from your lips, consume your miseries ﹠ sate myself on your despair.

swallowing at the kiss, she let her eyes flutter for a moment. and then, she smiled. “ how about ... cake for dinner? ”

el .... you didn't have to do all this. i mean, i love it.... ( she smiles softly, smelling the flowers, humming. ) this was really sweet.

what ... is it?

she won't lie ... part of her hoped he had. it's just another day, isn't it?

well, it's ... her birthday.