He was right. He wasn’t a one-night-stand sort of guy. He was the sort of guy who had the power to make you fall in love right there and then, with a solitary kiss. He was the sort of guy whose kiss made you realize there would be no other kisses like it, no matter how long you lived. He was the sort of guy who kissed you, then broke your heart, if he ever decided that what he wanted wasn’t you. And I was the sort of girl who didn’t care. Because in that moment, he was everything. And I was the girl who was willing to open up her heart again, willing to fall, no matter how much it might hurt
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