You can know my name, you can know the deepest trenches of my heart, but you can never know both.
Sunday, August 4, 2013
Could it be that this is just another passing fad? Or love? Or I just don't know you yet, and I'm liking my impression of you, and how you made me feel.
But the fact that you're doing this to me, I think, is proof enough that this is something different. That you're special to me.
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