its sitting on your bed after meeting you and feeling like I'm home.
its the first kiss and understanding that it was never meant to work out with someone else.
its being terrified but willing to sacrifice it all for another.
its knowing that even though you aren't happy with how things are, they might be, and accepting that because their happiness means more to you than your selfish desire to hold them where they don't want to be.
its what drags you from your bed when you hear crying in the middle of the night.
its what makes you search for their hand, their chest, their body when you are sleeping and your body calls out for theirs and you have to be near them because thats when you feel at peace.
its burying your face in their shirt because you crave their smell... the scent of sweat and cigarettes and cologne and deodorant.
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