I've always known you were the one that wrote on my napkins and the on the corners of last weeks newspaper. Leaving little remarks that put a smile (even though I don't want to) unexpectedly on my face.
I've always known, somehow, you wrote me letters, letters in your own hand (because it's untidy and messy and I can see your tears from yesterday) because they're more personal and meaningful than something typed out on a computer.
I've always known you were the one that stood behind the door when I stepped out, giving me a fright (with blazing eyes and small pummeling fist coming your way) just so you could see my after out-of-breath-smile and just so I can receive that gentle I'm-really-sorry-I-made-you-die-in-like-3-seconds kiss.
And I've always known that you, (stubborn, funny, way too protective) you always came back to me, (overly, shy, a nervous wreck, happy-because-you're-real) me.
I've always known, somehow, you wrote me letters, letters in your own hand (because it's untidy and messy and I can see your tears from yesterday) because they're more personal and meaningful than something typed out on a computer.
I've always known you were the one that stood behind the door when I stepped out, giving me a fright (with blazing eyes and small pummeling fist coming your way) just so you could see my after out-of-breath-smile and just so I can receive that gentle I'm-really-sorry-I-made-you-die-in-like-3-seconds kiss.
And I've always known that you, (stubborn, funny, way too protective) you always came back to me, (overly, shy, a nervous wreck, happy-because-you're-real) me.
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