I want to tell you
something short,
"I love you."
It's not
that I can't tell you in long form. I could go on and on, really.
I
can say you fill me up
with everything
I
didn't have before. You
make me believe I can sing
really
very
loud.
But that's not my style.
And it's sure as hell not yours.
So meet me in 20
and I promise
to remember your name
kind of
for always.
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