Blow the lights out
Blow the lights out
Blow the lights out of my candle. If it has to happen, I’d rather it be you.
After quite a lot of deliberation, I have come to the conclusion that this is the best sort of love. When you love her with all your heart and soul, when you love her so much it becomes a sweet ache in your body. You can’t tell her, and you can’t not tell either. So, you settle for the next best thing. You live on the…
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