the first time we kissed, we were 5, now were 13 and i cant even say hi to you without the memories flooding back causing me to cry
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[image: image of new york city at night
text: i want to be the person who tells you you’re beautiful and you believe it]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwyd0jHSUP1qcpj7wo1_500.jpg)
[image: image of new york city at night
text: i want to be the person who tells you you’re beautiful and you believe it]
i love those moments when our hands accidentally touch, when i look up to find you looking at me, blushing. those precious moments that you dont think about, are those moments that mean the world to me
who am i. is this all but a dream. i wish i was dead, i wish you couldnt hurt me nymore, ur family, ur supposed to love me and protect me, not hurt me and cause me pain
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[image: a close-up of a brown eye. text: can you at least try to love me back? please? i need you. i love you more than anyone. i’d do anything for you. ANYTHING.
over the eye: so brown eyes i hold you near cause you’re the only song i want to hear a melody softly soaring through my atmosphere.]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwd53blxwv1qcpj7wo1_1280.png)
[image: a close-up of a brown eye. text: can you at least try to love me back? please? i need you. i love you more than anyone. i’d do anything for you. ANYTHING.
over the eye: so brown eyes i hold you near cause you’re the only song i want to hear a melody softly soaring through my atmosphere.]
