I change, planning out something to say, but find Jackie there when I walk down the stairs. Swallowing, I push the thoughts away and check on the kids instead.
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I chuckle, flashing after her. I bid my sister-in-law happy birthday before watching Jace walk out of the room. Confused, I excuse myself and walk towards him.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I wonder if people felt the freedom in our culture to love louder, if they'd be quicker to say "I miss you" when the absence of someone is felt instead of just thinking it. — soundofmind