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you can just talk and i’ll listen to you for years.
you see me and i can see the biggest smile plastered on your face just from my presence.
i love you calmly, peacefully, and fully.
you come back into my life like a lifeline every time i’m falling for someone new.
the worst sadness i’ve ever felt was grieving you while you were still very much alive.
march’s last day feels far too unsettling. like the end of an era. the end of you.
i pine from a distance for once.
any type of feelings i had for you ran out the door and locked it.
i always end up falling out of love when i finally realize it was only lust.
“i am a good person,” i start. the entire crowd erupts into laughter. because they know it is a joke. they know who i truly am.
our eyes lock, and your breath hitches, and my mouth is a magnet pulling pulling pulling me to you.
i know that one day you’ll be a distant memory, but right now our love is as bright as the dawn.
even if we go down in the biggest flames the world has ever seen, i won’t for a second regret stoking the fire.
it feels like i’ve lived three and a half lives since yesterday.
if i had a dollar for every stolen glance we’ve shared i believe id be a multi millionaire.
i was not given everything i asked for as a child. and that made me a good person as an adult.
i wonder what 10 year old me would do if i told her that her best friend is actually the love of her life.
i know that you love me. it’s palpable.
i know that you’re not wasting time stuck in an endless cycle. i know you clawed your way out.
we’re tied together eternally by a single day. happy birthday baby. happy birthday to me.
i wonder if you know that i could talk to you for hours about the most meaningless things, and it would still be the experience of a lifetime.
you remember that my favorite color is orange. and no organs like a sunset, but orange like a papaya. you remember that my favorite food is pasta and that i hate the taste of steak. you remember my two childhood dogs and nickname my mother told you on a random weekend back home. you remember me in a way i only wish to remember myself. you remember me beautiful.
i love our mundane conversations more than i hav ever loved any boy. that’s how i know we are something true.
pick what you want. i don’t even care if it’s me. please just choose. you know the back and forth is breaking me.
i’m drawn to you. and i have been for a lifetime.
i can feel myself falling. and i have never ever been happier.
we were so close yet so so far. like december and january are.
i will close your door but i refuse to lock it.
i am terrified of failure. yet right now it is all i can produce.
i am not crazy. i am not crazy. i am not crazy. i am not crazy. i am not crazy. i am not crazy. i am not crazy. i am not crazy. i am not crazy. i am not crazy.