So maybe we're not really supposed to talk about things like the ones we talked about the other night and how you made me smile conversation after conversation, topic after topic, long pause after long pause, and question after question. And maybe there wasn't enough periods in our sentences which made that night seem so.. incomplete. Or maybe it was just a dream i still couldn't figure out until now, and maybe days after this. Or maybe it was the read-between-the-lines or the i-got-you-where-i-want-you phrases that never failed to make me feel scared and delighted both at the same time.
You are one strange guy, Mr. Tuffy. And im never as good as you in mind games. But damn you for making me miss you this much.
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