When everything has been sent away for scrutiny, when everything meant to be created has been, and you at last have that moment to sink into the quiet softness of the afters..
it will never be as sweet in reality as in dreams.
Everything we hope for looks better in our minds. I try to remember that, when the pain of your afters tears at my chest again. You were never as sweet in reality as I wanted you to be.
I am a long projection of unfulfilled potential myself.
There’s a secret to uncover here, if you can bear it.
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