he draws pictures and they're so perfect that i even look pretty.
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"i hate this part," i say, closing my eyes. the next thing i feel is his lips on mine, soft and slow, and we're alone again.
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"you can always count on a smile from tia."
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we breathe heavily, overtaken with passion and this misunderstanding of love and you grow beneath me with every breath and i kiss your temples and smile.
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i wake up at 5:30 am to mumble a sleepy goodbye.
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and i have just been severely disappointed. i did not expect this to hurt.