11| Death of us

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Running from you with my curls wild in the air.

You chased me as I tried to keep my distance.

It's not that I was upset or mad at you.

As for you I have the deepest love and respect.

But last night,

Your wet hair and that white shirt topped with that adorable stupid boyish smile caught me off guard.

You saw it.

And we can't dissagree as even you understood if I were to stay, it could have been the death of us.

30|1|2018

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