I love it when you write.
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She can’t see her beauty like everyone else does. The push to want to be perfect is overwhelming inside of her. But what she doesn’t realize is that she is perfect for me. She just fits. Plain and simple. I open my arms and it’s like it was meant to be. When I hold her, losing myself deep her eyes I don’t want to let go. When I kiss her the feeling lingers on my lips like the haze of a warm morning summer.
