I wouldn’t have a bit of a problem if you weren’t so attractive.
But instead, you have all the weird, quirky, requirements that I randomly listed out to myself a while back. You love country music, you drive a truck, you occasionally wear glasses, you’re tall, you look incredible in navy blue.
Are you flawed? Yes. I realize that. But that doesn’t make me any less drawn to you. I look at you and all I can imagine is my hand in yours.
I’m crazy. I’m going insane. I’ve known you a week and already you’re the one thing on my mind almost constantly.
This can’t be good.
But I can’t help it.
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