It's the beginning of spring and there's been one thing on my mind since you first left for spring break.
You're beautiful.
It's not just the bright clothing you wear. Or the way you run your fingers through your hair when you're stressed, not just the way you bite your lip while you think. But it's the sum of it all, the big picture. You're a masterpiece, created by vibrant strokes of a brush with surprisingly meticulous details etched in. You're breathtaking.
Darling I lied, if I ever fall in love again, it will only ever be with you, once more.
When you turn to face me, your lips are mere inches from mine and if I lean a little closer- and I think.
This must be what craving feels like.
My world feels like it's ending.
And this is the closest to dying I've ever felt.
Honestly, I wouldn't mind.
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