Part Eight/ heck

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Fuck.
I promised myself to wait on falling in love, to wait until I thought I was ready not to fuck things up. Till I trusted myself.
I said I wouldn't woozily think of you before I fell asleep. I swore I'd never cry thinking you might never like me like that.
I scolded myself not to dream about owning a shitty apartment with you and filling it with lots of love and plants and coffee and kisses and pets.
I said I wouldn't fall for you.
But I did.
Fuck. It shouldn't have been like this.
I wanted our first kiss to be behind the empty cafe at dawn, you whispering how much you loved me, words pouring into my open heart. The sun would rise in soaring hues of orange and pink and lavender and the world would wake up to us dancing, happy and at peace.
I wanted our first kiss to be at the top of a ferris wheel, the world spinning in full color right beneath our dangling feet, intertwinedjust like our hands. The rest of the city would be small and insignificant, like we're the only ones that mattered.
I wanted our first kiss to be in my house watching a scary movie; I wanted you to cuddle up to me and say "kiss me I'm scared."

I wanted our first kiss to be because you love me. Because I love you.

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