Me and the beautiful @lyndsayannn (Taken with instagram)
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When I think I’ve finally caught a grip on things, they slowly start to slip away. I’m starting to fear how long I’m going to stay feeling this way. I know that things have to get worse before they can get better. But how much more longer and how much more worse?
I recall once on the church steps,
When I moved to kiss your chest,
How we paid such close attention
To each sweet and stuttered breath,
I should’ve stopped to paint our picture,
Captured honest pure affection,
Just to document the difference between attraction and connection.
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