Stories are long and people are busy, but if you have the time I'd like to say something more than just a nothing.
It's about a girl, but isn't it always?
I'll try to keep it short, but I can't promise you anything.
It's about the way she walks and the way she calls me baby.
It's about her laugh and the way her lips bend over mine, how she smiles when she's thinking too hard and how her heart is prettier than broken mirror shards.
It's about her insides, red, bloody and beating, and how I can't believe she's mine for the rest of my always.
You see, without tying she's become a whole world and me without a map, I'm hopelessly lost.
-Nik
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