I want to know you.
What makes you smile.
I want you to be yourself around me.
And me you.
To know that you are the person that I can always be fully and utterly me with.
No lies, nothing hidden, just me, an open book, a blank page with a pen rested on the musty coloured paper. I want to kiss your fingers.
Then your lips.
I don't know why I feel like this.
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