i called him a romantic cynic

by the end of the night he kissed my forehead so gently and thanked me for being a cynic.

it was then i knew we had made good with our ghosts and free to go on as we always had...

imagine that- years gone well-- one night gone bad and then one night it's all fixed....

but it feels fine now

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