✈ Two paper airplanes ✈

✈ Two paper airplanes ✈

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Harry Styles
Taylor Swift
Our love was a Burning flame that enveloped all of my senses until I couldn't breathe, he just added fuel to the fire and suddenly we just didn't fit together anymore. The love we shared was electric and powerful as well as all too consuming. It was just a matter of time before the love became too much and we shattered under the pressure. And just like glass, you can try and put it back together but there will still be cracks and it'll be weaker. There's only so many times something can shatter before its impossible to fix. There's 2 types of males which you may enter a relationship with, boys and men. The love you share with boys is juvenile but powerful, it becomes your everything until it's too much. The love between a man and you is just as amazing but not as powerful, its safe and comforting and loglasting. Harry was a boy. But now he's a man.
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