What do I do when all I think about is the
possibilities of him and I?
Holding each other’s hands, rolling our fingers into one another.
Kissing lips tenderly, so soft it could make the sun melt.
Him hovering above me, smiling down gingerly.
My mind cannot stop thinking.
Holding each other’s hands, rolling our fingers into one another.
Kissing lips tenderly, so soft it could make the sun melt.
Him hovering above me, smiling down gingerly.
My mind cannot stop thinking.
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