Here's To The Hopeless
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Last published Sun, Oct 22, 2017
"God you're beautiful." His calloused hands hold each side of my face, cupping my cheeks as his dark blue eyes capture mine. He takes in a breath and laughs a little. "I know that's fucking lame to say and I sound like the biggest pussy," he looks down at my lips, "but you're fucking beautiful, Aubrey. Inside and out. Maybe you don't see yourself as beautiful, maybe your family's so fucked up that they don't see it either, maybe you or everyone else don't see your beauty, but fucking hell Aubrey. You're beautiful to me." His lips press to mine, and I can't help but ruin the kiss by smiling against them.
*Previously 'Aubrey'*
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