November 13, 2011
I know when I start to truly care about something.
My face gets really hot, I feel heated.
Pink on the surface.
And there's this lump in my throat.
Something I can't force down. Won't go away.
That's when I know I've lost it. I really do care.
More than breath. More than I did before. I care too much.
And I scare me, Badly. So badly, that tears sting the back of my eyes. I won't let them. But they're there.
That's when I know I truly, deeply care.
Shit.
I hate when I start to care.
Maybe I'm just scared of caring more than you do.
L.E. Morrow
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