I spent new years with you and your friends. I talked to your best friend about his recent breakup while you were in the bathroom. He said she just wanted to be touched. You were mad at him for wanting to see her tonight, but I wasn't. I know what it's like wanting someone more than wanting to breathe.
I'm still listening to that song we listened to right before the sky was filled with sparks and colour. You told me you loved me probably 10 times that night. I laughed everytime. I loved you 10 times back.
I have never had a new years kiss before, but the one we shared on this night is one I won't forget. Best kiss of my life. It was slightly
raining, or snowing. I don't remember. All I remember is your lips on mine, your hands in my hair and your sweet words in my ear.
It's a new year now and I tend to feel hurt a lot. I know you love me, and I love you too, but something just isn't right.
I can't seem to figure out what though.
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Teen FictionIt's not my fault. I mean, I never asked for any of this. I can't help that it's in my genes. I can't help that I'm fat.
