I found a group picture that we both appeared in, months before we shared a moment. I've cropped it so we are closer, just to see what it might feel like. So far so great.
Clandestine was just a clothing line, it wasn't supposed to be how we operate. I've dreamt of being your leading man, but never in a million years did I think we'd be courting Shakespeare. Montague's to Capulet's, whatever keeps you close.
My new favorite thing is your head on my chest, beneath light covers, hiding from the fan on high. The dog between our feet, hinting towards a future. Or is it just me.
Even if you throw this all in reverse in the days to come, my heart will always skip a beat for the past few weeks.
My life’s a rainstorm of “I love you’s” yet I'm always left stepping in the puddles. I never really wanted to fit in any place.... except your arms.
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