The Love Of Last Meals

We're in your apartment and you're making dinner and we're laughing and I’m struggling not to tell you that this might be the best my life has ever been and somehow, I know if I tell you, you won’t believe me.

We're in your apartment and I want to tell you that even after everything that's happened to me, I can love you.
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Published on May 29, 2017 06:24
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