Who I'm
he spoke softly, looking me in the eye.
"I wanted you to know that if we were dating, I don't know what your favorite color is, your favorite food or even your middle name.. I want to know those things, I want to know that the first time you broke your arm while you were riding a bike.. I want to know about Your nightmares To be able to cuddle you and make you feel safe..I want to know the troubles you're going through to help you unravel your secrets...I want to know if there's a voice in your head telling you that you're not good enough, because I swear you're good enough for yourself...I want to know about the first A tattoo of yours, that scar on your back...I want to know about your fir
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