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I have the labyrinth of creases in your finger prints embedded in my brain.
And the low hum of your voice creates unforgettable symphonies in my ears.
I’ve never been good at memorizing things but recalling your lips as a crescent moon comes effortlessly.
And reliving that first moment you focused on me with that unquestionable look of bliss in your eyes is a daily routine for me.
I could recite your nightly monologue down to a tee.
I have the constellation of freckles that lie on your stomach memorized.
I tried not to do this, but you are the most addicting drug I’ve ever tried.
Your fingers tracing my body makes me go numb. I just wish I could feel your finger prints on my skin.
And it’s times like this. When I’m laying in bed alone and I’m waiting for your arm to wrap around me and pull me closer to you.
That’s when I know I’m safe.
I have never felt safe in my whole life
But you just some insignificant person, that should mean nothing to me changes that.
Such a short time ago I couldn’t have imagined you if I tired.
But now you’re all my brain can conjure up.
It’s just about as confused as my heart is.
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