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For the girl who won’t laugh in front of me,

you cover your face with curtains made of your fingertips

you hide your bursting smile with veins and skin

you find something to be ashamed of in your burst of happiness

you don’t realize that loud happiness is the best kind

your loud happiness

it reminds me of home

it reminds me of hope

it reminds me of security

it reminds me of feeling everything

For the girl who distracts me from my homework,

i don’t think you distract me

i think i distract me

i think i captivate myself with your words

i think i spend too much time looking at your album on my phone

i may have done significantly less work since i met you

i may have felt a significant amount more

For the girl who doesn’t check the weather in the mornings,

don’t worry

i’m always cold

i’ll always have a spare sweater

For the girl who pours her heart into forcing playlists together,

be patient

i’ll have all the songs memorized soon

i swear i’m +trying to learn them all to sing to you

For the girl who walks me in circles,

hold on

we’ve got a long road to walk together

that doesn’t revolve around the engineering building

For the girl who loves numbers,

stop counting the days

they’re going to be infinity

and you can’t count that high

For the girl who’s sweater smells like hope,

i’ve called you my friend

so many times in front of my parents

that maybe they believe it

For the girl who’s made my sweater smell like her,

the truth is that you’re not my friend

maybe you were for about three days

maybe you should be

maybe you shouldn’t ever be

For the girl who brought me hot chocolate once,

i can’t describe how much that hot chocolate warmed up my morning

but it was nowhere near as much as you did

For the girl who forces me to touch bugs,

if that isn’t proof i’d do anything to be your date

i don’t know what is

For the girl who fist bumps me whenever we’re together,

fist bump me as many times as you want

somehow it makes me feel more than a million kisses from someone else

For the girl who makes me majorly gay all the time,

yeah

thanks for liking girls, Lovie

For the girl who lets me love her,

hey

i love you

alotso

and i’m going to keep loving you

alotso