january 2nd, 2005 / 8:01 p.m.

i could write so many words
and feign an artsy flow that you and i both know i don't have
i would waste hours thinking of the perfect analogy
but fuck it.
not my style..never was

you're amazing
when i'm not happy, i think about you. and it MAKES me happy
i smile knowing you exist
i get the butterflies in my chest when i think about kissing you again
i love you.

and im not afraid of being hurt anymore.

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