I told you I was picky and you didn't believe me. But what if I told you I was picky because I compared everyone I met to you and none of them were even half as good.
Every time I look at your photos I think "oh god", because you're face is familiar and comforting and part of my heart and head tells me that it's a face that will be in my life forever. And I can't help but believe it.
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RandomInformation or random short stories whenever the thought strikes. Mostly falsified short stories.
