fear has always been that the best part of me is going to have come and gone before you pull off whatever lil shenanigans you have got cooked up.
It's why I didn't wanna wait.
I knew.
Third time to your car.
I tried to convince you early on so that we could move things along and have every second we could together.
Imagine how I feel.
You won't even tell me why you won't talk to me.
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