sometimes i get butterflies in the way he looks at me… in the way he kisses me. in the way he says 'i love you.' in watching him laugh…in knowing that my head rests in the perfect spot on his chest-like it was made for me…
and i breathe him in, the scent heavy on his neck…in his clothes, on the palms of his hands. i breathe him in so i'll always remember…and never forget.
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