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I want to watch Sci Fi movies in the dark, and eat raspberries off my fingertips, and drown myself in red velvet cake. I want to listen to that song you played me last week because you said it reminded you of me, and that I was so very special. I want to make your famous 'everything-but-the-kitchen-sink' sundaes, at 3 in the morning, and watch horrible 80s horror movies. I want to write down every reason why I think you're so lovely, and hide them in your house, so when you find them, you think of me, and you're okay. I want to watch you play guitar, and make paper airplanes out of sheet music, because you are far too restless to stay put all day. I want to hold your hand, and leave lipstick on your cheek, and laugh at that silly joke you told (again). I want to draw you pictures, and drink coffee in the dark; eat ice cream in the Winter time, and read the ending, before, the start. I want to send you roses, and find one way to define love. I don't know if I know it, but I know one thing for sure, that if and when I do, I might only find it, with you.
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Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 12:43 PM UTC
Hey, Love of Mine
I want to watch Sci Fi movies in the dark, and eat raspberries off my fingertips, and drown myself in red velvet cake. I want to listen to that song you played me last week because you said it reminded you of me, and that I was so very special. I want to make your famous 'everything-but-the-kitchen-sink' sundaes, at 3 in the morning, and watch horrible 80s horror movies. I want to write down every reason why I think you're so lovely, and hide them in your house, so when you find them, you think of me, and you're okay. I want to watch you play guitar, and make paper airplanes out of sheet music, because you are far too restless to stay put all day. I want to hold your hand, and leave lipstick on your cheek, and laugh at that silly joke you told (again). I want to draw you pictures, and drink coffee in the dark; eat ice cream in the Winter time, and read the ending, before, the start. I want to send you roses, and find one way to define love. I don't know if I know it, but I know one thing for sure, that if and when I do, I might only find it, with you.
alyssa-rose-n
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Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 12:43 PM UTC
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