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“Are you sure that you love me? Because if you take it back in a few months or a few years, I don’t know if I’ll survive it when being in love with you has already been this treacherous.”

I tried, you know. To look at you as a friend. I really did. But every time you smiled. You laughed. You breathed. Your lips parted. All I could think about was kissing you. And you’re not supposed to want to kiss your friends. You’re not supposed to want to brush the straps of their tops off their shoulders and kiss down their neck and across their collarbones.

one of the paintings was for his older sister Jasmine and her pottery studio in the South of France. Despite her living abroad, they spoke every week. Much of their conversations revolved around their mother’s dating schemes and finding ways to irk one another.
“She knows all about you,” he mentioned

they’re so cutie :(

“Write something nice in my obituary while you’re at, will you?”
“He had a lovely accent, terrible manners, and was always full of himself,”
“You think I have a lovely accent?” he asked, only a small curve to the corner of his lips.
“Don’t be fooled, everyone around here has a nice accent.”
“Well, I think you have a lovely accent too,” he commented, his eyes bright. Whimsical and boyish.

“What if you were in a car with a murderer, forced to act on instinct?”
“I’d open the driver’s door, shove him out, and take over the wheel,” he responded with a look that said obviously.
“That’d never work,” I snorted.
“What would you do then?”
“I’d push you toward the murderer and hop out of the car.”
“I’m so happy I decided to walk a woman home who’s willing to sacrifice me,”

“My walk home is perfectly safe.”
“How far is the walk?”
“Not far.”
“Do you get some high from arguing with people?”
“I do not argue with people,” I argued—stated

she’s me fr

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