Hey you.
You still are my favorite wrong thing to think about.
Thank you for the nice little gestures, I appreciate them.
Thank you, I hope these words are enough because I cannot physically express nor show them to you.
I wish I could, but I can't and I won't.
There's so much more to tell and I don't know where to keep them anymore.
You, you're different. Your unpredictability amuses me. You look like that perfect shade of chaos, I want to entangle myself in.
Your hair, your brachioradialis, your mind, your kindness. All of it.
You even have a nice smile, I didn't notice before.
But I just don't want to meddle with someone else's life because you seem like you have it all figured out already. I'll always keep a safe distance, don't worry.
We're living in a prayer.
I'll bookmark 2015, part of it is because of you.
Thank you, sorry, and merry Christmas.
Be safe.
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