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I could go on with the things that have gone wrong, and the things I could've said better, and the times you didn't have to speak of her. I'd usually swoon and be struck in awe of your voice and how you you place it when you sing half jokingly, and I'd have to speak of how you shine with undeniable amounts of light.
And instead I'll kiss you until I can't pull away. It's just the way the course usually takes. It wasn't any different today.