I’m drunk and all I can think about is you. How much I like you and how nice it would be to be with you, even though it won’t ever happen. How nice it would be to wake up to you in the morning and see you laying next to me, hands on my hips and sleeping faintly away. How nice it would be to be considered yours, as much as I hate that term since no one should be considered anyones. How nice it would be to have your scent clinging to me as I go throughout my day.
Sometimes I wish even though it won’t ever be true.
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