you know me. you follow every step I leave unwrapped on the floor, but this floor we're treading on is no longer theirs; it's our floor, our gentle destiny. I wish I could say things that I always leave unsaid inside my pocket.
you know me. I don't like to be ordinary and I love when you irritate me and I make that little wrinkle between my eyebrows. I also know you fall in love with every absurd gesture I make when I'm trying to explain something. we're simple. we're in love. we know each other by heart.
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