All of you must be thinking
How I can feel this deeply
For someone
Who I just met
Or talked to
But what made her that
Was the conversation we had that night
We talked about
Anything
And everything
We let our secrets
Come out of the darkness of our soul
To the darkness outside our windows
And we somehow connected
It was something so rare
It was almost painful
Because I knew I was never going to
Be that happy
Ever
Again
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Friends?
PoetrySometimes, the Internet can feel like a middle-school playground populated by brats in ski masks who name-call and taunt with the fake bravery of the anonymous. But sometimes - thank goodness - it's nicer than real life.
