The way she feels about herself wanes between confident to depressed. She’s talking to her friends and saying something about me. She says I’m appealing and that she wants to date me.
A story about how she came to think about me. Subliminationally factorizing psychological factors together to look into how we first got involved together. She dropped a line.
“There were some things in the air that drew me in towards you. The writing on the wall was clear. I came to the revelation that I wanted to spend time with you. See where things go.”
Trash in the mainstream. My brain was cashed. Reflecting how in the open, she came through talking about how moving it was.
“Thinking back to the game, I let loose at this point how I felt about him.”
I didn’t know what to think at this point. There inhabited a fire to heat up the room. A glow to feed the darkness. History spells itself out sometimes. Statistically crossing over into the light from the ruins and remnants of distant civilizations. The lost world of Atlantis, where darkness envelops the globe and intelligence exists among societies unknown even among Gods. There wasn’t a remnant left of this world anymore. It had been taken into the newfound solitude of security. Finally, someone wanted to live happy and free from this world.
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