Lying down awake, it's just past one. I'm stuck on the idea of being next to you. I'm stuck on the idea of holding you in my arms. I'm stuck on the idea of having you be wrapped in my fragile arms. I'm stuck on the idea of you not being so far away. I'm stuck on the idea of growing old together. Am I getting too involved; hell if I knew. It's hard to contain such strong feelings; feelings I've never had so strong before. Am I digging myself a hole, that I will never escape? I want to spend my life with you, but will you be just like the rest?
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