As I look the other way.
I love the way we can talk about anything, and how I can swear like hell and you still look at me like I’m one innocent girl. You breathe against my cheek and branded me a part of your world. I don’t know what’s going to happen after this. Maybe you will come to realize I’m not all that you want, and we won’t ever work out.
But somehow, after today. I sure as hell don’t think that’ll be the case 
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