we fog up the windows when we hold hands.
my old soul listens to 2nd that emotion and I cannot suppress my widest grin.
however;
the dynamic makes me nervous.
his practicality paired with my whimsicality can coexist, but just like our interlocked fingers I want to feel more than coexistence.
just want it all to be like when we fog up the windows when we hold hands.
…exhale...
…inhale...
my old soul listens to 2nd that emotion and I cannot suppress my widest grin.
however;
the dynamic makes me nervous.
his practicality paired with my whimsicality can coexist, but just like our interlocked fingers I want to feel more than coexistence.
just want it all to be like when we fog up the windows when we hold hands.
…exhale...
…inhale...
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