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an alternative ending

there is hurt somewhere distant but don't borrow it from there.

you know what happens before it happens. 

But, for a fleeting moment, the day doesn't end, Monday doesn't come. 

We don't get sick of each other, you're over it, we compromise. 

You don't run out of stories for me and I'll always think of questions. I'll always find the space between us static with anticipation and stay curious about you. 

You come with me on what I planned on doing alone, I'll want you to - I won't feel trapped or look for greener things, perhaps I could be a wife: you're perfect, I'm unflawed. 

I never slip into apathy about my appearance around you, you never take me for-granted. We figure out the difficult year. 

Everything slots together. The world doesn't crash and burn. There is no pain. I never die?