Last night, for the first time, I knew how it'd feel to have his arms wrapped tightly around my waist...to have his head resting on my shoulder...to run my hands through his hair and down his neck and back....to taste the salt on his lips...last night, for the first time, I knew he loved me when he said it...I wasn't guessing anymore...for the first time I could have followed him anywhere without worrying about what might happen...last night for the first time he held my heart in his hands....not because I let him, but because he let me hold his...Last night, for the first time in a long time I cried becasue I was happy...the tears were just somehow letting all the bad escape me and leaving me warm inside...warm and full...
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