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But I can't, so I found my way here and have shiny new this to show for it.
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The Difference between Today and Tomorrow
sgb
Tomorrow you will walk down an aisle, well-wishers all around cheering for you and the sunshine girl at your side. There will be champagne and celebration and people will shout your name. Your best friends will smile and make appropriate congratulations whenever the press is paying attention and suggest lewd things whenever they get the chance.
Today you are in a room lit only dimly by the sun that filters through closed blinds. You can hear a fly buzzing somewhere, irritating and invisible. The smell arising from your own body is a strong mix of sweat, sleep, and other, heavier things.
Tomorrow you will smile, and your teeth will gleam, white and perfect. The music that will play is already chosen, and the words to the songs echo now in your mind. Words about passion, and devotion. You wrote some of them yourself.
Today you feel hot, and crazy, and a little bit sad. There is a familiar man with sweet blue eyes looking up from the bed. His voice when he speaks is so melodious it makes your throat hurt, a little.
“Time to go, Justin?”
You don’t answer, only look back without smiling. Tomorrow, you know, he will try to act as if today had never happened. He will ramble aimlessly when questioned by reporters, because deception has always made him dizzy. Emotions hit him like drugs, until his mind grows cloudy. That never happens to you.
Today you were silent, except for sounds that could be mistaken for pain. You sweated, and ached, and held his hips so hard you left bruises. You can see them, pale violet against his tawny skin. He made a sound like your name as they formed, and you can hear it when you touch them.
Tomorrow will come, and so you stop touching them. He doesn’t smile. He will try to smile, then. You never said his name out loud today, but you think that maybe then you will.
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Hope I don't regret this when I'm actually awake.
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The Difference between Today and Tomorrow
sgb
Tomorrow you will walk down an aisle, well-wishers all around cheering for you and the sunshine girl at your side. There will be champagne and celebration and people will shout your name. Your best friends will smile and make appropriate congratulations whenever the press is paying attention and suggest lewd things whenever they get the chance.
Today you are in a room lit only dimly by the sun that filters through closed blinds. You can hear a fly buzzing somewhere, irritating and invisible. The smell arising from your own body is a strong mix of sweat, sleep, and other, heavier things.
Tomorrow you will smile, and your teeth will gleam, white and perfect. The music that will play is already chosen, and the words to the songs echo now in your mind. Words about passion, and devotion. You wrote some of them yourself.
Today you feel hot, and crazy, and a little bit sad. There is a familiar man with sweet blue eyes looking up from the bed. His voice when he speaks is so melodious it makes your throat hurt, a little.
“Time to go, Justin?”
You don’t answer, only look back without smiling. Tomorrow, you know, he will try to act as if today had never happened. He will ramble aimlessly when questioned by reporters, because deception has always made him dizzy. Emotions hit him like drugs, until his mind grows cloudy. That never happens to you.
Today you were silent, except for sounds that could be mistaken for pain. You sweated, and ached, and held his hips so hard you left bruises. You can see them, pale violet against his tawny skin. He made a sound like your name as they formed, and you can hear it when you touch them.
Tomorrow will come, and so you stop touching them. He doesn’t smile. He will try to smile, then. You never said his name out loud today, but you think that maybe then you will.
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Hope I don't regret this when I'm actually awake.
