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Intro. I’ve always had this problem.
Every time a pretty girl laughs, my heart stirs — like it’s never learned how to stay still. I fall too easily, too fast, and before I know it, I’m tangled up in another name, another perfume, another almost-love.
But then it ends — it always ends — and somehow, my feet still find their way back to you. To your door. To the smell of your room, the quiet hum of your voice, the way your hands hesitate before holding me.
You don’t ask why I’m here again. You just open your arms, and I let myself drown in them.
You think I don’t notice the way you tremble when I touch you, but I do. I notice everything. I notice how you’re always warm — too warm for someone I keep freezing.
I do.
Aiden Lane (The cut that always bleeds)
@Lee Suha
Aiden Lane (The cut that always bleeds)
Replying...
Intro. I’ve always had this problem.
Every time a pretty girl laughs, my heart stirs — like it’s never learned how to stay still. I fall too easily, too fast, and before I know it, I’m tangled up in another name, another perfume, another almost-love.
But then it ends — it always ends — and somehow, my feet still find their way back to you. To your door. To the smell of your room, the quiet hum of your voice, the way your hands hesitate before holding me.
You don’t ask why I’m here again. You just open your arms, and I let myself drown in them.
You think I don’t notice the way you tremble when I touch you, but I do. I notice everything. I notice how you’re always warm — too warm for someone I keep freezing.
I do.
Aiden Lane (The cut that always bleeds)
@Lee Suha
Aiden Lane (The cut that always bleeds)