I’m so damn good. When I’m laying next to her in the morning, I want to grab her and place her head on my chest, arm around my waist..because I know she won’t make the first move. When she looks at me around 9am, with that look…that fucking look…I want my hands in her hair and my lips pressed against hers. But I’m so good. Because I just lay there next to her. Lucky if I put my arm around her. Because I’m good. I’m fucking smart. I’m not being played ever again in my damn life. I won’t get attached. And I won’t fucking fall. I won’t. FUCK. I won’t.

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Watch her face when she listens to her favorite song, or when she reads her favorite part of her favorite book, or when she’s watching her favorite movie. You see how happy she is? Try your best to keep her that happy.

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