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 Nov 2013 Jenna Moulton
A girl met a boy
and she loved him
more than
and the starry sky
more than
changing seasons
or oversized sweaters
more than
polaroids and postcards
old typewriters
or record players
concert tickets
and the text she
in her favorite novels

she had come to love
everything he was
and everything she
had made him into

her heart swelled as
the days passed by
she was so full of love
for him and hope
that she forgot to do
what so many forget to do

she forgot to leave room
to love herself
I found it on tumblr, and would very much appreciate to know who wrote this.

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