It’s okay if I’m not the girl of your dreams, or the one you dance with at prom. I just want to be the girl you think about 20 years from now, while staring at your morning coffee, wishing that you hadn’t poured so much milk in, because now it’s too creamy to resemble my dark brown eyes.
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