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If I ever spill my guts to you, it won't be here.
It will be at three in the morning. After three shots of tequila. When my hair is a mess and my eyes cannot stay open any longer.
It will be in person, so that you can hear my voice crack when my emotions inevitably break me. So that you can look into my eyes and see that I mean every single word I say.
It will be because I want to tell you everything. Not because I feel like I have to.
