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I love your hair and the way you put your whole head under the faucet, dry it off, and spike the front of it.
I love your light blue eyes that always distract me from every other beautiful feature on your face.
You don’t like your nose but I do. There’s nothing wrong with it. Stop worrying.
When I’m crying and my tears fall on your skin, your beauty marks calm me down as I connect each dot into invisible constellations.
Your lips are ample and they kiss away the fears that are stuck to the inside of my mouth because I’m too tired to confess them.
Nobody’s arms have ever spent so much time around me that I feel perhaps unsafe when they are not.
Your hands were made to show me off. Wether it’s by a grab of my hand, or a grab of my waist. They are used to brush my face and reassure me not to cry.
Your heart has touched me in so many different ways. To love me like no one else ever has, or will. And you make sure of that.
I love you
I love your hair and the way you put your whole head under the faucet, dry it off, and spike the front of it.
I love your light blue eyes that always distract me from every other beautiful feature on your face.
You don’t like your nose but I do. There’s nothing wrong with it. Stop worrying.
When I’m crying and my tears fall on your skin, your beauty marks calm me down as I connect each dot into invisible constellations.
Your lips are ample and they kiss away the fears that are stuck to the inside of my mouth because I’m too tired to confess them.
Nobody’s arms have ever spent so much time around me that I feel perhaps unsafe when they are not.
Your hands were made to show me off. Wether it’s by a grab of my hand, or a grab of my waist. They are used to brush my face and reassure me not to cry.
Your heart has touched me in so many different ways. To love me like no one else ever has, or will. And you make sure of that.
I love you
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