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Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
Which like two spirits do suggest me still:
The better angel is a man right fair,
The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill.
To win me soon to hell, my female evil
Tempteth my better angel from my side,
And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,
Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend
Suspect I may, but not directly tell;
But being both from me, both to each friend,
I guess one angel in another's hell:
Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt,
Till my bad angel fire my good one out.

~~~~~~~~~

tuesday, january 14th 2021

Wilbur and i converse while walking down the brighton packed streets. With his height, he glides through people with ease. Me on the other hand, I have trouble keeping up. We dive into the depth of a crowd so thick I can hardly see Wil's tall figure in front of me. in order to not lose him, i softly pinch the back of his shirt hoping he wouldn't notice. He was wearing a very nice patterned white collared shirt today. it fit tight on him. As the crowd grew thicker I had to pinch harder. I know he notices now 

he did. he turned his head ever so slightly, snickered (but in a way that was nice and funny) and softly grabbed my hand. not my wrists. he didn't grab me by the wrist. he must have felt my hand start to sweat because he turned to me and said 

"so you don't get lost... because you know.. you're so short" 

I blushed and teased him back about how he was too tall and "at least I don't have to bend over to use a computer". he knew what I was referring to and gasped in a "fake insulted" way, then we laughed. 

We emerged from the crowd shortly, and it appears he forgot that he was still holding my hand. so i don't get lost. 

Holding Wil's hand felt so natural. I forgot what it was like to hold a guys hand and have it be soft, and light. Jack always grasps my wrist. tightly. he says hand holding in public is embarrassing. Jack. Jack. Jack. I repeated the name over and over in my head the same way I did Gold, but this time i wasn't thinking about how elegant the name was, all I could think about when I said his name in my head was the smell of whiskey and farmer rough hands. 

After about an hour of exploring Wil stopped in front of a restaurant. 

"what are we doing?" I said confused.

"We're grabbing a bite to eat Lav, have you already forgotten" he teased. It's so confusing.  I was  under the impression that we would stop at a quick fast food or takeout place. perhaps a vietnamese or mexican little restaurant. What was in front of us was a large restaurant with men dressed in suits outside. I looked up to see the name in french, which always meant it was fancy.

"well? lets go inside" wil said smiling while gripping my hand as he started to walk. holy shit 
we walked inside to be greeted by not only waitresses in tucked in shirts, but a plethora of scents. I could smell garlic, clove, chives, meat, bread, the faint scent of grapes, and nice table cloth. I stood in awe. 

Wil looked over to me and smiled a sweet smile and blushed as I stood there looking around trying not to grin. he put his head down, hiding his smile then put his head back up piercing his lips looking proud.

"im paying" he said