Send me a boy in a sweater who says sweet things to me and means them
I want to see the glimmer in his eye when he talks about his passion He’ll give tight, comforting hugs and let his arms linger just a second too long His favorite books will be tucked away in a corner of his room, as a reminder of the many lives he’s lived He’ll sing along to his songs on the radio even if he doesn’t quite know the words or melody When he lays next to me, it will be as if you couldn’t tell where he begins and I end Our conversations will be so natural that even if we talked for hours, we couldn’t tell you what it was about except that it left a smile on our face We’ll go on walks in the darkest hour of night and let our presence light the way
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