there's nowhere else below in or out of your hemisphere i'd rather be,
with constant twisting of the mind to fit my strange imagination.
sitting here in my happyache, accelerating my brain capacities thinking
about you and how every song seems to circle the way i love you. i talk
about you too much, and i dream about you excessively so much the edge
of pages have your name on it. normally it would be dangerous, but i can
sit seatbeltless in your heart and scream your voice was the soundtrack of
my summer you're unlike any other. and what's utterly amusing is that i've
been in love with you since i was 12 and young; a little girl who talked too
much, and we are rollin' spinnin on the 22nd century because 22 will always
be my lucky number. i'm still looking for our pictures-
the one where i was still wearing glasses and you were still a boy secretly in love with me.
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