constantly moving #Wattys2015
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"I don't want to move! I moved places all my life and for once I want to have peace in my life. I thought you wanted the same. you know, I thought we wanted the same. aren't you tired of all this? don't you get it?"
My tears started to fall and reached the top of my superior lift as I tried to cleaned them, with the sleeve of my jumper. he didn't say a word. he's gonna leave. and i won't handle it.
"I'm not leaving"
I looked up, my blue eyes meeting his. a ocean full of blue and love.
"and neither are you. i'm constantly moving i know, but its my job. for you... god alice for you..."
he looked away with a little smirk and then back to me
"i'd stop my whole life just to be with you."
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