How I would know…you’re The One.
I think you’re smart. I know we connect. Its something real, but our initial reservations about eachother stand visible.
I know these are just words.
We look at eachother in the eye when we speak. We know when the other is lying. We notice eachother everyday.
Just words.
And for that matter, do I even do enough to be noticed? I try to contain myself, but I can’t help it. You do something to me. I don’t try to understand it. It just works.
This is the realist shit I ever wrote
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