How do I tell when someone means what they say?

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There are two paths between you and I:
One where we travel alone and meet at the end,
Come together and forget where we’ve been. 
Or the path only traveled by imagined friends,
Parted at the beginning unable to mend.


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How long until you leave again?

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I’m unhappy and sad and I thought it was going to just be a period thing but I’ve been off that shit for a minute and still feel like crying for 24 hours straight.

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I really miss you. 

I really miss you. 

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We took shelter from the weather in a city campground by the lakes our friends swam in. The rain pounding on the camper created a sound proof barrier between us and the world outside. The heat from that summer vanished, replaced by chilling winds that left your skin cold and damp against my warmed lips. Tension built with the storm, and the thunder rumbled louder than your breathing beneath me. I can still hear you whisper “I love you” after the last of the lightening struck.

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I never believed in Serendipity,
Until I began to dream of,
Her freckled smile and,
A nighttime sky contained,
In a bedroom colored with,
Answers to every question,
I ever wondered about her.

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Words,
   Letters printed,
     Across a screen.
Secrets,
   Drawn out of me.
     And into the pages of,
You.
   Who became a journal,
     With missing pages.

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I can’t breathe.

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"Don’t disappear," I begged her.

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