when will boys start realizing that there's no good reason to break up with us? only a bunch of non-reasons. and, you're right, it's not me. it's you. (this isn't even about me. but, it's about the world. the whole world. it's messed up.)
“Less, where does Romance come from?” “Real Romance do you ask about?” “The realest.” “From Cosmic Perfection.” This was beyond me. “Will you excuse me?” I asked. “I have excused lesser.”
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Why do they even start dating us in the first place? Why are we so initially enchanting?
“Less, where does Romance come from?”
“Real Romance do you ask about?”
“The realest.”
“From Cosmic Perfection.”
This was beyond me.
“Will you excuse me?” I asked.
“I have excused lesser.”
Then later
“Please do. This melody she sang:
Trey beauties, lovely virgins
Pray dearly, purely holden
Soft comely, flowy gown
Maiden virtue, mother true
Cosmic perfection something something. . . .”
“Really?”
“I remember it.”
That's why.
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