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48 hours ago you were a question. Now you're a definite statement— a mantra, even, or a catchphrase. 48 hours ago you were a "hey, what's up?" Now you're a quick, necessary hello and an unsaid "I missed talking to you." 48 hours ago you were what people told me you were. Now you're everything I know you to be. (But even more so, now you're everything I want to learn about you.) 48 hours ago you were a face. Now you're a smile that could melt Antarctica and eyes that have looked at me with feelings I was starting to think nobody would ever have for me. 48 hours ago you were somebody I kind-of knew. Now you're the person that makes it easier to breathe, yet at the same time can take my breath away.
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Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 11:17 AM UTC
48 Hours
48 hours ago you were a question. Now you're a definite statement— a mantra, even, or a catchphrase. 48 hours ago you were a "hey, what's up?" Now you're a quick, necessary hello and an unsaid "I missed talking to you." 48 hours ago you were what people told me you were. Now you're everything I know you to be. (But even more so, now you're everything I want to learn about you.) 48 hours ago you were a face. Now you're a smile that could melt Antarctica and eyes that have looked at me with feelings I was starting to think nobody would ever have for me. 48 hours ago you were somebody I kind-of knew. Now you're the person that makes it easier to breathe, yet at the same time can take my breath away.
oceannaire
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Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 11:17 AM UTC
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