Head:
Watch it.
You’ve seen this before.
It only feels real; you know it’s a fucking fantasy.
A trick of the light in the golden hour sky.

Heart:
This time, though!
Look at him.
Look at how he looks at me.
This is new, different. Perfect.

Head:
Foolish girl.
He’ll take what he needs
and leave you to sweep up the mess.
You’re crying because you know I’m right.

Heart:
No!  I’m crying because
…well, because I’m terrified
but also exhilarated.
Does that make sense?

Head:
[ . . . ]
I can only keep you safe if you let me.

Heart:
(whispers) I don’t think I want to be safe anymore.

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