Mars and Jupiter

I nearly cried when you remembered I had been making bread.

I write you letters all the time that I never intend to send. I guess it's because there are a lot of things that I want to say but haven't figured out how. Like that when I look at other guys I'm actually comparing them to myself because I don't think I'm good enough for you. Or that often times when I'm lying in bed unable to sleep I think about calling you, but I then I realize I have no idea what I'd say other than...I love you. If you were here right now I'd tell you that I hardly ever look anyone in the eyes because I get overwhelmed with feelings of shame and inferiority. You don't make me feel that way. I'm amazed I was so comfortable with you after so long. I'd have half expected to end up in the fetal position shaking as the past repeatedly forced itself upon me. Not because of something you had done but because I'm haunted and sometimes it shows more than others. Instead I felt confident, secure and safe. Then I remembered the last time I'd felt those things was with you too. Try not to worry or be afraid of what might happen. I don't know where things may take us, but if you're there I want to be there too.

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