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[roselightfairy]

I just spent a really really lovely couple hours with a coworker whom I've wanted to get to know better for months, and we had one of those wonderful hours-long conversations where we talked about everything and shared so much with each other and I just felt so honored that she shared with me, and it made me feel so good that I went home and wrote a poem for the first time in weeks.

...and it absolutely reads like a love poem, even though I swear it isn't. So I will not be sharing it with her, since I think that does stretch the bounds of coworker appropriateness, and I don't think I could assure her that it's not meant in "that way" at all.

I guess I just fall a little in love with everyone who gets close to me. Or maybe I'm in love with language, or with moments, or with those nighttime conversations where everything feels so open and honest and real.

...it's not even a very good poem.

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[thenewbuzwuzz]

Love can be a broad word. :) With space for lots of people in different ways.