On the Fence

We could complicate things by simply having the guts to confess to each other that the fondness we find towards each other is mutual. We could perplex the boundary between right or wrong by unwisely choosing to juxtapose our feelings and logic; senses and intuition; chances and risks. We could obliterate the boundaries between us,

faith,

concepts,

numbers,

judgment,

reasoning,

abstinence,

inheritance,

discrepancy,

circumstances,

pursuit of settlement,

chastity;

if only we’re both reckoning that this very moment of our intersection exists to be treasured, despite the likelihood of the distasteful prologue.

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