Friday, April 8, 2016

A Matcha Made In

At least we know now that it might've worked. That even if the times didn't match up, there were still individual ones where I wanted you and you wanted me. Maybe in some other reality they're synced exactly, we're sitting holding hands and drinking matcha, saying all the things we could do but probably how we'll only stay inside. We're lazy and that's OK, because even if it took an infinite universe for us to exist, we do.

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