I can't tell the difference between lonely desperation,
hormonal lusting or simply and purely,
which is a hard concept to grasp right now,
I might actually like you.
If I close my eyes, the words would fall onto paper. They would shift into place and arrange into art. They would describe a story of great love and adventure. I just need to close my eyes and dream.
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=] *HUGS*
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