There is something about letters, and something about coziness, and something about bear scratches on my arms that always bring me back to you. 94670778 seconds, 113607360 heartbeats, (probably more if you consider the strength at which yours beats), and so many lovely, funny smiles. Lovely, funny hands. Lovely, funny kisses.
We're going someplace, unpredictable.
(But in the end, it's right.)
...I made a promise to myself.
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