We're like a yo-yo, you and I. A push and pull of sorts. I pull, you push... you push, I pull. I give, you take, I take and you give.
I thought you were going to tell me no last night, but you said yes. And as usual, we had a great time, but then you ruined it with silly shit.
Then this morning, we're texting back and forth, and you give, so I take.
This love is strange, A. Our love is strange.
11:50 a.m. - 2019-01-05
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