My words are not fictitious.
My touch makes you shiver.
You are my only.
My one and only.
Your voice is in my head.
At all times.
And your picture in my mind.
Your eyes...
They don't haunt me,
But rather make me smile.
You're gorgeous.
I'm a mess.
I'm a fuck-up.
I'm a disaster.
I'm a catastrophe.
But I'm catastrophically in love with you.
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