Red Wine & A Warm Bath
To the lucky guy, I always write about when I write about love.
I dreamt about you last night, but I can't remember if I really did or just wish I did. You're my favorite song always on repeat. I have a whole track list of moments where we've intertwined and passed the time. You're the closest I've ever come to falling in love.
I remember when you'd tell me you loved me, but I never believed you, so instead you started to say you loved my writing, and that I knew was true because it was always about you.
And you're not capable of loving more than yourself.
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