About the little things you remember about a relationship; how they're rarely the things other people remember. About the distance between our public and private lives.
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Amidst these machines I see people, behind us in pictures. Their mouths closed, their eyes bleary, their hair unkempt, they hang off each other in a last ditch attempt to be seen. Terrified, unlike you. I don't know how you're always so resolute about those secrets we keep. Like storms that I sat through, time spent watching you sleep. Distance, time and protection. The safety we glean from our years spent letting the edges yellow and curl. From here it seems like we were happy, the world moves around us, we're static. Our smiles a façade for our friends, our facts are what's public, our secrets well-kept. Collages don't show everything. I know we looked most like ourselves when no one was watching.