tree

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Feels too innocent, she.

I dont know if I should continue this before its too deep with time.

But there just has to be dislikes and flaws to all romances doesn’t it?

Maybe there aren’t that many trees I could even cut down. 

She said in the moment of a chilly night, on a bench outside the gig where I missed the last bands play, her head rested on my right shoulder. That maybe it doesn’t matter, that rather, I should just experience it and commit.

Prior, i told her i feared that, I didnt know if the tree I was cutting, was the right one, that I’d cut through it. And that id be stuck halfway, unable to cut through, and lost all the attention, energy and time to this tree that was not the one.

But maybe, maybe, it doesn’t matter, that tree wont be perfect and let me easily cut it completely through. Maybe there aren’t that many trees out there. That this tree im at, regardless if its flawed like the rest of the trees out there that i could have discovered and were a better fit for me, is the only one that matters now.