"I've always been the type of person who left too soon. Whose feet are tied to antique cars and motorboats and children's bicycles. Never satisfied with the place I was in. Always wanting something more, to be somewhere new. But I fell in love with the world in you: the oceans in your eyes, the skylines in your chest, and for once, there is no place else I'd rather be than right here in your arms."
-Kahla Mercadante
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 2:06 AM UTC
"I've always been the type of person who left too soon. Whose feet are tied to antique cars and motorboats and children's bicycles. Never satisfied with the place I was in. Always wanting something more, to be somewhere new. But I fell in love with the world in you: the oceans in your eyes, the skylines in your chest, and for once, there is no place else I'd rather be than right here in your arms."
-Kahla Mercadante
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