I fucking... oh christ I miss crazy love. Love that you can't admit to anyone but you know, you know when you lay in bed and cling onto the ever diminishing vividness of you memories of those nights where you had it. You had that moment of completely illogical upsidedown, inside out love. And it was. Every meet you behind the tree can i kiss you
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