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Monday, July 5, 2010
It's the 5th. @ 11:27 PM

You know what I love the most about us? I love how comfortable we’re with each other. I love how we can endlessly crack on each other but never take the teasing to heart. I love how when I walk away from you when we’re fighting, you try to stay mad but always end up running after me. I love you and everything about you - how we can stay up all night just talking about nothing. I love how you can talk to me and no matter my mood is, you somehow always seem to make me laugh. I love how you need me as much as I need you, and most of all, I love how you love me.

Every girl has that one boy, that they’ll never get over. That one guy who makes you laugh all the time. The one who gives you butterflies just when someone mentions his name. That one who remembers all the stupid things you say and reminds you about it months from now. The one who has his name written all over your heart. The one whom you compare to everyone. The one you never get sick of talking or hearing about. The one you cry over and over about. The one everyone thinks you can do better than. The one you ask why her and not me. The one when you first saw him you knew you loved him. The one that in some way ends up not being yours.

Baby, that's all I need. Someone like you burning through me. It's never fair the way that we meet, and the way you disappear.

Take care.

P▲PERHE▲RTS
Umairazxz

Seventeen;
I can smile and frown at the same time, can you?















We all have been degraded We all have been the greatest

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