"You're wishin' too much, baby. You gotta stop wearing your wishbone where your backbone oughta be.”
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blankets and warm kisses.

arms wrapped around his neck, such a tender place. the golden blond hair, almost white sometimes , streaked with dark brown, fall across his face. green eyes dance and twinkles when he smiles. sparkling teeth.

he laced his fingers around mine, held them so tight.

and then came the disappointment, confusion, his crushed expression. yet, he still maintained perfect composure and niceness.

i wonder if he will ever call again.
i am thinking about him all the time it sucks.