And as the train wheels clicked on, and the rain fell,
and Bon Iver crooned in my ear, I looked down at him,
his head on my lap, the warm,
sweet smelling
tender,
drooling armful that he is,
and realized that I could never love someone
as fiercely as I loved him.
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this is just too perfect. so so good. x
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