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it takes all my strength not to dig you up from the ground in which you lay  

Let them talk.

Let them say whatever they want. But I spent all I had making sure you couldn’t get close. Making sure you wouldn’t come back. And you did. Even through all the noise and between all the sweaty bodies, I caught beauty in whatever it was we found again. Standing there. Letting you inspect me for traces of the girl I used to be when we loved for the very first time and then over and over until our bodies grew fragile. I unlocked the doors and let you in. In that moment, you found her. That old tired, sun drenched girl with her dysfunctions and summer time wounds. I spent my time hiding behind sunglasses and turning my back on you, but at the end of the day, even with a million people suffocating us, it was one of the most private moments we’ve ever shared. And you kissed me right there, in the middle of it all. And I remembered why I chose the boy with the faded freckles and broken heart.