Notes
and sometimes late at night, I think about what we had. I think about the way your heart sounded as i lied silently on your chest, about the way you smiled and knew that in that moment this was all that mattered to you. I think about the first time I met you and how I instantly knew you were going to mean the world to me. and I loved to hear you speak and listen to you breathe. To know that you exist.
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