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Because I read a great book this week. 

I wonder

“Have I ever been loved? 

Has someone ever looked at me and not want to let me go? 

Would he hold me instead of rushing to undress me?

Would he make sweet love to me instead of derailing me?

Would he take his time with me?

Would he ask me about my day?

Would he want to fix my life even if I never asked? 

Is he dreaming about me and losing his headspace because of me?

Can we talk for hours about everything and nothing at the same time? 

Would he remembers every little details about me? 

Is he planning our future without me knowing? 

Would he want to hold my face before he could touch anything under my skirt?

Would he be able to tell me what he likes about me without saying “ you’re just different”?

I don’t know I would do all of these for him and more. 

I would see him for who he is instead of all the bs on the outside.”