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Jun 2014
I used to never think of love
Of how your heart speeds up
Of how you feel as if there was a dog chasing it's tail in your stomach every time you see them
Of how all the good moments felt as though they'd never end
Of how the bad moments never lasted longer than a blink
Of how every touch lights a spark that ignites into a fire of passion
Of how your cheek meat hurts after every time you meet them
Of how every kiss and every embrace was another reason to live
Of how you feel when you make them laugh or smile
Of how a whole day of rain and clouds can turn into a day of sunshine and rainbows
Of how their arms feels as though they could protect you from anything
Of how much you couldn't spend more than a day away from them
Of how much you never wanted them to leave

But then, I met you...
I have almost no idea where in the world some of this came from. I mean "fire of passion"? What. Does. That. Even. Mean?! (Someone help meeee)
the boy that cried over you
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the boy that cried over you  Arkham Asylum
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