for now i like running away to our world of words and notions..you interest me and im not sure if i even know why.
i think i know what i cant have but perhaps that's because i don't want it...i like holding your hand and dreaming...a non existent reality where our hearts are warm, tummies filled with butterflies and useless words of romanticism are wasted between each other.
i dont want to think to much but rather stay in this haze of heartbeats, it could be perhaps a love affair..
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