I could write so much about you. How your skin feels against mine. The scent of your hair when you haven’t washed it in days. The way your lips look when they are dry or even just the taste of them when they aren’t. And how I never want to be with anybody else as long as I’m here, alive and breathing. But maybe these things say more about me than they do about you.
xxxx my god I love you
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