He was the oneNoor Shirazie
with cold feet;
yet here I am,
enough for the
both of us.
The oddest things hurt me. They get stuck in my head and replay over and over.Unknown
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I want you. I want your sleepy confused look when you wake up, and the smile that follows. I want to be the warmth that fills the space in your bed. I don’t want to share you.