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You were holy. My origin. But there was no way to make things right, even as we ran slick from the shower to your room to avoid your housemates. Lying endlessly with limbs intertwined, you made me feel like the bass chord of your favorite song. But I knew about the others. It was so much easier to let the silences fill in for truths like marriages and other deniable relationships. To believe that the possibility existed for me to take the place of whoever-you-slept-with when I wasn’t around. Even though you had explained on numerous occasions that you weren’t interested in a serious emotional entanglement. Even though I said I understood. I lied in confirmation.