as i am writing this, on my plain old computer, at my plain old desk, in my plain old room, you are the difference in my plain old life. as i am writing this, i am completely and utterly in love with you. as i am writing this, i am imagining your smile, and how ours were made to be together. as i am writing this, i am imagining what we would look like together. as i am writing this, i can see our hands intertwined. as i am writing this, i can see our late nights together, underneath the stars.
but as i am reading this, i can see how wrong i am about us.
l.b
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