Thank you, my love.
God has spoken.
I wish I held a time capsule that preserved certain memories, and I can go back anytime I want and relive it all over again.
I might appear confident and chatty, but I spend most of my time laughing at jokes I don’t find funny, saying things I don’t really mean - because at the end of the day that’s what we’re all trying to do: fit in, one way or another, desperately trying to pretend we’re all the same.
I’m craving that feeling…
To wake up to someone one morning and have them say I’m the most important person to them
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