All I want you to do is text me. So that I can pretend that I was too busy to text you and then never text you back. Then I want you to text me again and this time I will reply. That isn't too much to ask, is it?
You make me feel beautiful, but you make me disgusted with myself too. You make me laugh, but you make me cry just as much. Maybe a little more. You tell me that I look nice, but you undress me with your eyes. You share with me very little, but you listen when it's convenient or seems to be important.
Our opposites outnumber our parallels, but our parallels are three times as important and have three times the magnetic pull that our opposites repel. How is it possible that it is so unbelievably difficult to stay away from you, yet impossibly unbearable to be with you?
For part two, adventure here.
xoxo, Lexie
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