So here I am, standing in front of a door. I am looking through the window of the door and I see your devastating eyes staring back. I have no idea how many impassive hands have groped this door, how many desperate fingers have slid curiously along the edges trying to find a hand to hold or skin to feel, but as of now I honestly just don't care
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just...aww. i love the way you write.
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