He is the sizzling life you want to taste, the ecstatic adventure you want to experience, the perfect picture you want to believe in.
He is the pace in your walk.
He is the sorrow in your soul, the happiness in your eyes, the thoughts in your head.
He is the swirling sentences you struggle to write.
He is the super hero at your rescue, the ultimate villain that keeps you on the edge of your seat, the typical guy next door from your favorite movie.
He is the tempting midnight snack, the cherry on top, the aromatic coffee you want to savor.
He is the pace in your walk.
He is the sorrow in your soul, the happiness in your eyes, the thoughts in your head.
He is the swirling sentences you struggle to write.
He is the super hero at your rescue, the ultimate villain that keeps you on the edge of your seat, the typical guy next door from your favorite movie.
He is the tempting midnight snack, the cherry on top, the aromatic coffee you want to savor.
He is the one person whose presence and absence makes everything easier.
He is the reason behind your recurring blonde moments.
He is the butterflies in your stomach, the heavy feeling in your chest, the sighs of disappointment under your breath.
He is the words that can't be said out loud, the knot at the back of your throat, the art of sending mixed signals that you mastered.
He is the reason why you wake up in the morning and why you don't get to sleep at night.
He is the eager anticipation of waiting by the phone, the attachment that holds you back, the dreadful process of staring at the ceiling thinking of being let down.
He is the reason behind your recurring blonde moments.
He is the butterflies in your stomach, the heavy feeling in your chest, the sighs of disappointment under your breath.
He is the words that can't be said out loud, the knot at the back of your throat, the art of sending mixed signals that you mastered.
He is the reason why you wake up in the morning and why you don't get to sleep at night.
He is the eager anticipation of waiting by the phone, the attachment that holds you back, the dreadful process of staring at the ceiling thinking of being let down.
He is the doodles in your notebook, the drafts folder on your computer, the texts you never send.
He is the scent that captivates you, the familiar face you got acquainted with, the tempting comfort zone you wish to leave.
He is the scent that captivates you, the familiar face you got acquainted with, the tempting comfort zone you wish to leave.
He is the closeness you long for, the silent treatment you practice, the bad habit you can't seem to kick.
He is the timely "We"s he slides into each conversation.
He is the potential he will never reach, the details everyone seems to overlook, the dwelling in possibilities that paralyzes you.
He is the timely "We"s he slides into each conversation.
He is the potential he will never reach, the details everyone seems to overlook, the dwelling in possibilities that paralyzes you.
He is everything you weren't prepared for.
He is made up entirely of your imagination.
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