Who knew this is what love feels like? It happened so fast and I'm still going, still falling, still moving. I can't stop. Every word, every dialogue, every sentance and note and letter and every damn punctuation mark, and I fall a little more in love. I fall a little harder, maybe a little faster. So let's spend all night talking ourselves more in love and let's spend forever talking, arguing, discussing, growing. If I was good at creative writing, I'd write you a book. If I knew how to read music, I'd write you a symphony. If I found my voice worthy, I'd sing oyu every song I know. If my hand was steady, I'd paint my love.
the end.
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