september
I think he was afraid to love sometimes. I think it scared him. He was the type to like things that were concrete, like science, or the ocean. Something you could point to and know exactly what it was and how it worked. I guess that's why he always struggled with love. He couldn't touch it. He couldn't hold onto it and make sure it never changed. But sometimes it's those things you can't touch that you need to hold onto most. Sometimes it's those things you can't touch that make it all worthwhile.
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