When I was a little kid, I use to play a game with myself. Every time I came across tiles, marbles, coins, I would begin counting from 5 to 1. I always imagined that once I reached five ... some type of catastrophe would occur. An earthquake would split the ground underneath me open or a planet would come crashing down into Earth. When I reached 1 and nothing happened, I was relieved and somewhat disappointed.
If I counted you down, we would've locked eyes at 5. Experienced our first enticing conversation at 4. Locked lips and shared intimacy at 3. Grew tired of each other at 2 and decided to go our separate ways at 1.
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[And I would be relieved and somewhat disappointed.]
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