What I'm waiting for is the kind of love that makes me weak in the knees. When I cry after I leave the person because it just HURTS to not be around them. Where we prolong our goodbyes until the last possible second. The call-at-3AM love. The "shit,sorry I'm drunk" "it's okay, baby, i love you" love. The holding-hands-in-movies love. The kind of
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