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there's something sacred in our conversations.

something special.

her and me, we're one.

we've always been one.

 

the first time we met i made her cry

but every time since has been full of laughter.

 

i thought i loved her,

and i do.

(not like that.)

(like that.)

 

she's my sister

if not by blood than by choice,

my soulmate through everything.

 

'hey look at this stupid drawing i did'

'nice'

or

'i want to tell you that i'm bi. i never have. i am now.'

'alright. i love you.'

 

we're growing up.

that's frightening, isn't it? growing up.

there's no greater horror movie than stepping onto a college campus and thinking,

i could spend my next four years here.

 

(that's a lie.

there's no greater horror movie than the thought that all your friends will slip away.)

 

i don't want to lose you.

i don't want to lose our midnight conversations,

our constant support and intertwined hearts.

 

sometimes we cry together.

(we cry for the children we are slowly ceasing to be.)

 

other times we laugh. 

(we laugh for our futures.)

 

there's something sacred in it.

it's the kind of trust like none other

it's every thought shared

it's always winning hearts when we play as a team

it's laughing at some inside joke.

it's her hand in mine when we walk down the street,

or her heart beating fast inside my ribcage.

 

(i wish everyone could experience this religion.)

 

 

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aww this is really sweet :) 

8 hours ago, thepensword said:

she's my sister

if not by blood than by choice,

my soulmate through everything.

 

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