The butterfliesdidn’t arrive during grand declarations. They arrived while I wassprinkling cheeseover tortilla chips at midnight. You askedif I was sleeping. I saidI was making nachos. You askedif I was still naked. I laughed, pulled onan oversized sweater, and realized the best conversations aren’t alwaysabout forever. Sometimes they’re aboutnachos,missing curtains,and the way someone still wants…

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