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ʀᴏʜᴀɴ ᴋɪsʜɪʙᴇ. (
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2017-08-26 10:12 am (UTC)
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Oh. Jotaro.
We had parts of one another that we couldn't relate to. His were chasms between mine... And.
[ He parts his lips but stops. ]
I always felt like I was reaching and reaching to grab onto something that I was never going to get because he wasn't going to open it up.
A crossed wire or nothing at all.
That was what loving him felt like sometimes.
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We had parts of one another that we couldn't relate to. His were chasms between mine... And. [ He parts his lips but stops. ]
I always felt like I was reaching and reaching to grab onto something that I was never going to get because he wasn't going to open it up.
A crossed wire or nothing at all.
That was what loving him felt like sometimes.