Why do we fight, to make up again. Why do we curse each other out like enemies to say I love you at the end. How come it's easy to say 'fuck you' to me, but hard to say it to her. How come we show our love to one another the way we do when we're "in love". I will show you the light from where you believe it'll come from & I will tell you that your GOD is watching above you I will tell you I love the peppermint smell of your gum along with the stickiness and taste of it or I would be hungry for clam and oysters I would drink a bottle of grapefruit and I would eat all of the pernil fat just so you can know that I love you. I love when you cry, because it shows me that you love me & believe it or not, I love you more when you're enraged, because it shows me even more that you love me enough to ALLOW me to get you to that level. When you overreact. Attempt to hit me. You push me. Push me closer to you. I can feel your heart beat when I'm facing the other way while we're alseep. I can see your heart beat when your in the shower and Im laying in bed. I can feel what you feel. I see what you see. I can taste what you taste without actually tasting it. I have the high effect on me when the thought of loving you. I feel high. On clouds. Overwhelmed. Sick. And moody, because of everything about you. I'm apart of you, even if you dont allow it. And when you're thinking I try to sense your thought. When you lick your lips-I quiver. I probably hate the fact that you have wet lips, but I love when you kiss me all over. Its warm, tempting and I can feel you feel me. I might not show it, but it shows. Here. The love I have for you is an equal of an elderly; marriage. Not just these 4years. You my A-list celebrity. Even if you we're Z-list. You come first and you got first dibs on my heart. xoxo

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