The naked husband.

Can you measure a relationship in years, I wonder? Never mind the quality, see how far back we go? What is love, a relationship? Is it a safety net, a habit, something that once you have committed to, you endure, no matter what? Just an insurance policy against being alone?

The beauty of reading is in the almost psychic way the thoughts in your head are put to paper, as if all minds were transparent, and the words penned were your own.

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Why do the street lamps die
When you're passing by
Like a band that won't stay on my shoulder tonight?
If you held me close, would you laugh it away?
Would you dare the glance that I steal to stay?

"I'll Find A Way" - Rachael Yamagata