i love her and it's the beginning of everything.

I miss someone knowing the me that I know.

it's not enough––the glimpses, I mean.

because they wear off so fast/ it's like everything gets intercepted and intertwined.

I'm beginning to hate that part. that reflection.

why did I like it at first? I don't know. But I'm finding it hard to change it back.

I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect. and it's these things I'd believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn't all she should be. i love her and it is the beginning of everything. [fscottfitzgerald]

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