You tell me that you love me, maybe the best way you know how. You treat me like I am regular, we both know I am rare. The position you want isn’t vacant. Is it a position you can fill? Maybe that position really requires you to heal. Maybe we are just passing time, educating each other about love and life. You think that you want me? Maybe its lust that fuels your desires. Maybe if you’d ask, I’d say I want it to be you. Maybe I’d have the courage to tell you, I’m scared of being alone too. Maybe it’d be perfect or maybe a dumpster fire. Spend 24 hours...