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She is the type of woman who only shows you her bad girl when she believes in your good man.

darling, you’d live fine without me why do you say you need me,, when you’ve done nothing but replace me?

February calls me a lover, but I just call myself hers. I am overflowing with love poetry I have not had time to write because every second of my day is dedicated to kissing her and soaking up everything she has to say about anything. I am nothing except the music, the movies, the books, the beliefs, the laughter, the tenderness, the world she has shown me.  I said “I love you” for the first time this month. I heard her say “forever” and did not think run. I’d serenade her, if I had the voice. I’d pen her love letters, if I had the words. I’d steal the sun from the sky for her, if it were not already shining from her eyes - blinding me, binding me.