I love her like an older sister. Work friends can become real friends.
Her story is not mine to tell on a public blog.
She’s so chill though, it’d be easy to catch up with her face to face, for you to meet her, for her to tell you her story in her own words. I feel very intuitively that you two would get along. Like siblings.
She’s a top favourite of your friend too. (Yes, I know…)
I REMEMBERED… You told me that friend’s name, face to face, once. I REMEMBER.
It just hit me suddenly one afternoon… “OH… THAT’S THE FRIEND…”
Fuck! (LOL)
Yeah, it’s been at least a few weeks of awareness, and non-reactions.
It’s okay, I’m not really bothered by it. It is quite comforting, actually.
Some kind of Universal orchestration… that all our paths cross each other’s in these weird and wonderful ways.
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I can say, that I know her favourite song from the Tortured Poets Department is the “Prophecy” — and I’m listening to it again, on repeat, today.
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You changed your prophecy because you changed your face.
You have always had free will, even if you didn’t change your face.
You took a short cut, though. Under the knife, society reacts well to pretty faces.
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I don’t mind it…
Would I kiss that face? Yes.
Am I a little bit… queer? Maybe.
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I still prefer the masculine presentations.
I still prefer… masculine energies.
When the face is looking like Hilary Duff, it’s just a pretty face. Like a pretty friend.
When the face is looking more Kurt Cobain — mmmhmmm, that’s hot. That’s masculine. Fuck me, yes.
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But I don’t think I’ll even encounter the face in that way.
I think we will see each other much more authentically.
NO make up.
No contact lenses? Hopefully…
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It’s not about your face.
Your brain is so much sexier.
In every way.
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