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Falling In Love

They don’t know how you are at 3am, they don’t know how you like your coffee – if you even like coffee, they don’t know the reason behind that scar and that the story behind it is way more funny than tragic, they don’t know the many night that you were up late watching the same movies over and over again and that you simply can’t stand asparagus.

You are everything and nothing that I would have imagined someone to be. You are lines of numbers when I am but letters strung together that don’t quite make much sense, and yet I want to formulate a sentence in this language you’ve grown so accustomed to.