No one has ever gone down the path you’re taking now
And if it’s what I think it is
You must know
I can’t stop thinking about
What it would be like to hold your hand
What it would be like for you to hold me
What it would be like to have someone
That can’t stop thinking about me
I don’t want to lose what we have
I feel that if we rush into this,
Things will end sooner than it began
Forever will turn into decades
Decades into years
Years into months
Months into weeks
Then days
It’ll be over
And that’ll be my biggest fear
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