this is the dirty truth.

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I was the kind of girl who looked for heartbreak. I was attracted to the wrong kind of people, the ones with not enough room in their heart for another person. I was always left alone with unanswered questions and anxiety. That's why falling for him was such a quick process. He is gentle. His hands never pressed too hard against my skin. His fingers were soft against my body, and kisses were sweet to my lips. He was the good guy that they say don't exist, but I found him and he was very real. I am in love with someone with eyes that hold the galaxy, and hands that rub stars on my back.