Sometimes, when you've loved someone from afar and then they're there - in front of you, it isn't not fun. It isn't exhilarating. It isn't some moment that should happen in slow-motion some lite rock playing in the background.
I'm sure on occasion it is, but sometimes it's fucking horrifying.
I mean sure; it's a moment you'll remember, etched into your mind.
But if glass could talk, it'd probably tell you that etching... isn't really a good thing. No matter how sweet the words or how deep the meaning; it's still digging gouges out.
Pretty scars are still scars.
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