talks go on as far as good times go. what do we do when bad times come? nobody likes to pick fight, why is it that a conversation always misunderstood to be another way to pick fight? one word leads to a yell, and that yell breaks all bonds built the previous year - and more. do you realize?
...the way you make me feel is unlike anything i have ever experienced before. you make me feel like i am dying and flying and living and that my heart just stopped beating but yet is pumping ninety miles per hour all in one moment. you make me feel invisible but vulnerable, but like nothing could ever bring me down. you make me feel like i am free, and yet trapped by your every move. you leave me breathless, and yet are the only thing that keeps me breathing. you control my every thought, movement, heartbeat. you have got me, all of me, and that is all i can give.
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