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Current mood:  thoughtful
Some nights I lie in silence beside him. I stare into the darkness and listen to the sound of his breathing. I drape a leg over his or press my foot lightly against his calf just to feel the reassurance of his flesh.
He is flesh after all. He is no longer the ghost that haunts me. He is no longer a memory of a boy I once knew. He is here and he is beside me. He is a man who never gave up on a girl who gave up on herself.
We fight. We argue. We battle with each other over our independence. Both of us knew solitude for so long that the adjustment of being with someone else has not always been smooth. Yet we both know that this is it for us. We know that we need the other to make the haunting stop. We know that it has always been us regardless of what may have happened in the years between. We know that even if it ends, it can never really be over.
I lie in the darkness of night beside him. I listen to his breathing and drape one of my legs over his for reassurance. I face his side and feel him stir. He turns instinctively and wraps his arm around me. He holds me close. I feel the years of insomnia slip away, and finally, I can sleep.
6:41 AM
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