Heavenly Referee

I want to scream, scream, scream at the top of my lungs in anguish because I need to know that everything's okay. I'm afraid. I'm so afraid of something. I can't craft words around it. I just need your approval. I hate it when we miscommunicate because all that ever ever ever needs to be said despite all the silly specifics of our souls is "I love you." That's it, believe it, both of us, "I love you!" Let there be peace, peace, peace. Please. God, I pray you, and all the heavens above, send down an angel, a peacemaker, and tell us both to knock it off. I need a heavenly referee.

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