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— 12:30am // Krystal

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I want the you that dances around in only socks on the kitchen floor until you almost slip. I want the you that dances in the rain despite the people yelling at you that you’ll catch a cold. I want the you that bakes way too many cookies at one time just so you can eat extras. I want the you that sings and belts out the high notes when no one else is home. I want the you that messes with your hair until you realize you’re doing it. I want the you that only wants to be hugged and kissed and held. I want the you that hates to admit there’s a love for cheesy movies somewhere in that Netflix watchlist. I want the you that stays up late thinking of things you’d only bring up in really deep 2am conversations. I want the you that laughs uncontrollably until you’re literally on the floor even if it was just over some stupid video. I want the you that points out every dog on the street because of that overwhelming sense of pure excitement. I want the you that has to snap out of a daydream in the middle of the day. I want the you that does crazy poses for the camera even though you know you’ll just laugh later and tell me to delete them. I want the you that you are at your best. But I’ll certainly love the you that you are at your worst. Because I want all of you.