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May 2014
I stood there with you in the cold
Your jacket enveloped me
I had to roll up the sleeve just to interlock my fingers with yours
You notice my hand starting to freeze
And it only made you hang on tighter

You stand by my side the entire night
Chatting as if we have known each other our whole lives
I tried to leave you
to see if you would follow
It turns out
The few seconds apart were the worst of the night

You walk around introducing me as my girl
I wonder if you really mean what you say
I wish I could call myself your girl

Your shaking hand grasps my stray hairs
Delicately placing them behind my ear.
I taste your lips against mine
And suddenly our surroundings disappear

I don't know how you do it
Make me feel so loved and wanted
Without actually loving (maybe just wanting) me

I know this started out
As a one night thing
But here we are 4 months later
Me wanting you
to love me.
Brooke Bello
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