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and i just - i just -
(oh god, let me try to not break down.)
i just can’t stop dreaming about your hair, how i’d run my fingers through them, or your eyes and your lips and how they’d crinkle into all types of tissue paper when you’d smile, or how we went to the beach one day and just kept running and running and running because we felt so damn free
but how are there no words, no words, adequate enough, for this…?
[and the universal thing is, i just want to love and be loved. how hard is that to achieve?]
excruciatingly.
