Darling, i am fickle minded. i talk of leaving. i talk of independence. i talk of separation. i crap at length about how i demand more and you can never fulfill them.
when you hold me in a full embrace and my head is at that special crook of your arm that seems somehow designed for my head size, i forget everything. my place is there.
forget whatever i have ever said. it all boils down to nothing the minute you hold me in your arms the way you do and tell me with those sincere eyes how much you miss me. nothing you can say that will speak more of how much you love me than those brown (or isit black?) eyes. guess your are stuck with me. cos im never leaving
NEVER
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