"That ship has sailed," I told my friends. "What can I do about it? It was two years ago."
I was lying.
If there was the slightest damn hint that you would take me, I'd accept in a heartbeat.
I'd deal with the distance.
I'd deal with the asshat behavior.
I'm normally practical about this stuff, but you're it. You're the only person I want to pursue on this stupid planet.
And I feel it. Call me a dreamer, or naive, or infatuated.
There's going to be something. With you.
Not Joel.
You.
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