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If I were to crash, I'd want to crash into him.
Head spinning and happy.
If I were to fall, I'd want to fall with him. Never ending and forever.
If I were to collide, I'd only want to collide with him.
Head first and hard.
Because no matter how messy the collision, our worlds would always fit better together.
And him and I?
We were the collision of New York and London.
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When New York and London Collide
Romance"You're angry? Hit me. You're sad? My shoulder is yours to use, to cry on. You're annoyed? Tell me, and I'll do anything I can to remedy it. You're scared? My arms are the safest place you can be in, and they'll always be open for you. You're con...
