Would you believe me if I shouted it at the top of the highest building, hill, and mountain? Would you believe me if I played chicken in a car against the craziest people? Would you believe me if I jumped out of a plane with you, for you, for us? Would you believe me if I did everything on your bucket list with you? Would you believe me if I had every picture we’ve even taken plastered on every wall in every house that I’ve lived in? Would you believe me if I confess my love on every social media that I have? What would it take for you to believe me? I’ve opened up to you about things that I wouldn’t even dare say to myself aloud. I continue to give my all just to make sure that this lasts and we’re both happy. I’ve knocked down every wall imaginable with the doubts of others thinking that you’re going to return the unwanted favor of you “playing” me. I know how it feels to be madly and miserably in love with someone. I’ve never felt this happy pain before. I don’t know what else to say or do, but I will continue to give my all and be here, FOREVER.
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Marquissa Miller
Just trying to share myself with the world one piece at a time....
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