baby don’t run, just kiss me slowly

I wish I could say no regrets and no emotional debts.

But I know there are many.

I know there will be risks.

But I want to face them with you.

The truth doesn’t set you free, I know.

It makes you feel awkward, defenseless and vulnerable.

It’s wrong that we should only be half alive, half of ourselves.

So here I am, standing in your doorway.

I’ve always been standing in your doorway.

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