Headlights

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She wanted to be a witch for Halloween, but her mom always dressed her up like a
butter-
fly me to the moon, she said, I don’t want to be just another story for
bed-
time to grow up because nobody likes a
cry-
baby, I love you, he said. I promise I won’t be like them; I promise I’m not a
screw-
up to this point he was sure that she would love him
for-
ever the skeptic, he followed her one day because their conversation wasn’t
straight-
forward thinking wasn’t his forte anymore than
needle-
point me in the right direction, she said, because right now I’m a deer caught in the
head-
lights always made her feel
un-
easy for you to say.

You don’t love him.

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