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This potential loss that I fear
Would not, in circumstance or effect,
Be more painful than any other loss
I have endured over this long sojourn
But for it being *you* that I would lose

Always, it has been thus, though it took me long to see it
Loss happens, loss has become a way of life for me
Loss itself is a milestone upon every road
Yet each time, I have lost someone unimaginably unique

Each dream of the future crafted together
Each set of special secrets
Known only to Us
Long hours of learning you
Once a nigh-mystical thrill of discovery
Serving only to flay my heart open
In achingly familiar ways

Lover mine, I love you, not like a child
believing in perfect futures
But as a battle scarred veteran
Joining the fray once more
Knowing that some vital piece of me might die
As so many times it has died before.

Love is a phoenix
And We are a winged joy taking flight from ashes
Knowing that if it burns, it will leave not even bones behind
And I face that risk of loss, determined and unafraid

Except for the part where it is YOU that I will lose this time.

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There is dust on the bottom shelf of my bookcase
A gray fog building over the journals of my youth
I cannot bend low enough to sweep it away
For my back is stiff with pride and old injuries


rambling incoherence )
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I met a girl a few weeks ago that has attracted my interest more than anybody else I've met since Lacuna Diving Bunny. I feel the need to apologize to Will O' Whisper for saying that, but yes, WoW, she beats out my attraction to you, if only because she's local.

Insecure, whiny rambling that devalues my True Emotional Context below cut )
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For some reason, while trying to build my WLAN, I was reminded of this time back in high school. I was cuddling with a female friend on the couch, it was very late after a very fun night of Improv and Late Night Pseudo-Drag Racing (John Hughes style), finally ending with the two of us, just utterly exhausted on the couch. Her head was in my lap and I was stroking her hair, and she'd always been a bit of a tom boy, but with the moonlight on her cheek and her hand on my chest she suddenly seemed very feminine indeed. Completely out of character for me (at the time), I asked her, "What would happen if I tried to kiss you right now?"

She responded by describing a night of intense passion with all the skill and wit and passion of an intensely brilliant, intensely lonely girl, followed by describing the very busy Rest Of The Weekend we each had planned, so busy that we wouldn't be able to run into each other again, "and then on Monday, we would see each other in class, and even though neither of us would want it to be, it would be awkward."

I was so horrified at the idea that things might ever be awkward between us, that I didn't try to kiss her.

But you know what? The next Monday?

It was still awkward.

There is a lesson in that, somewhere.

And another pretty... )

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