Green Tea & Anti Depressants

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Dec 24

It’s the way she looks at me. Not just the sexy, “I am going to rock your world.” looks either. The guilty looks. The lonely looks. Every single way she contorts her eyes and face to make me feel every emotion known to man. She can’t see what I see because she can’t see the way she looks at me. The little grin she gets when she says something she knows will make my jaw drop. The laugh she gives when she sees me mess up. The way her eyes are half open before every kiss, just to make sure I am still there. She is the last thing I think about. She is the first thing I think about. She is my alarm clock. She is my crying shoulder. She is my fantasy. She is my reality. She never leaves me. She is my baby girl. She. Is. Mine. And I don’t deserve her.

Posted 5 months ago

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Love, Girlfriend,