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Our picture-perfect shadows from a park bench should not be all I have to remember you by. A time when my head inclined toward yours, and our bodies were one large shadow on the leafy ground, and it was too right. I might not be able to pull myself out if I fall too far in. I want to fall, but then my heart pounds and I find myself fleeing the scene guilty as a criminal. Guilty of wanting to fall for someone so hard that I might lose the chance to break away. Guilty of not facing my fears. By letting go I mean to pull you closer. By holding tight I'm pushing you away. help me.