“I want your last name.
Your Sunday mornings and daily commutes.
I want your phone calls and your quirks.
Your sick days and your hair in my shower drain.
I want your laugh.
Your arms around my waist when I walk by you can’t let me by.
Your eye contact.
Your smile.
I want to find your lost keys.
Do your laundry.
Make your coffee the way you like it.
I want the other side of the bed to be yours, our fingers intertwined.
I want your silences.
Your Internet history and your electricity bills.
I want your twisted past, and your convoluted future.”
Oh no I must be insane, nothing to do with your internet junk 😂
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