"You've contaminated every inch of me. I no longer know what to do and my dreams have gone wild. I'm now dreaming of you basically every night and see your face each time I close my eyes. I guess my indecision all comes back down to my fear again. I don't know how you can love me. I don't know how I could make it if you left me and I didn't have something or someone else to hang onto. Yet, I'm terrified of losing you."
~Grace Marshall
From my short story, "You've Contaminated Every Inch Of Me"
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