he was drunk in love and drunk in time "do you hear me?" "say it again please"
another boy sitting down on a log, "please"
the boy stopped the music and looked at him. "lovely, don't waste your words and hold my hand and sing songs that nobody wrote and our hands can be held higher, we'll be on fire. yet, always."
but..."what is love anyways?"
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"Let's get one thing straight, you will always be good enough, you will never have to change for me, and I will never forget about you," he mutters pulling me close and pressing his lips to mine and all I can think is: about damn time.