I find you pretty.
I look past your flaws and only remember what you did for me.
You took the time to know me and not spend it to see my body.
Your need and desire to understand who I am, is what melted my heart.
Your smile after you say something witty, your gaze when I speak, leaves me wanting you more.
I know I still yet to know a lot about you, but your traits made me feel something i’ve suppressed since the last time I loved.
When you utter “Till next time” before we part, it blackens my dreams of being with you.
I want to see you again, I want something more.
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the MatureGraduate
I struggle to express my thoughts and feelings. This is me trying.
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