Notes For Myself ;, Real me; Real story :)

it’s the good kind of pain
it’s the pain you feel when you wake up at 3am
thinking about their voice and their twinkling laughter
it’s the pain you feel when you’re lying in bed
wanting them to play with your hair, your arms and legs aching to wrap around them
it’s the pain you feel in your head because you know you shouldn’t love them
but it’s the good kind of pain that you don’t want to let go
they’re worth hurting over

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