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a compliment coming from Jameson Clark somehow feels like winning at life.
“Wonderful and awful,” she whispers. “Beautiful and forgettable. That’s how you make me feel, all at the same time.” “How can you stand there and say that? I adore you! I think you’re beautiful. I can’t go a minute without thinking about you, the way you smell and the way you’re always pulling your hair back, or tapping your pen when you’re concentrating. You drive me crazy.” “It’s not enough.” “Don’t do this Jameson; don’t say that shit. Please, you’re breaking my heart.”
“Don’t let your lobster get away, man.”
Shit, this girl means everything to me.
I’ve reserved the sensitive and softer side no one else has the privilege of seeing for Jameson. As lame as it fucking sounds, she’s the light in my life.
“I do, you know. Love you. More than probably anything.” There. I said it. And wouldn’t you know, her breath actually hitches—just like you see in the movies
