We were both liars. Confabulators. Prevaricators. When we chased the sun across the sky, we never caught up with it.
We recognized each other right away.
There’s the story you’re telling, but then, there’s the story you’re leaving out. Facts are only points of connection, after all; a way of sourcing the many, many other things that might be true.
I think that’s what sealed our connection.
My God! You breathe oxygen! So do I. We both snap on two and four. We both wake up in the middle of the night because we’re never convinced we are where we’re supposed to be.
It has to be love.
What else could it be?
What else would I want to know if I were you?
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