Breathless

I want to cook for someone, I want to send silly text messages to someone, I want the first thing I see in the morning to be a sleepy face, I want to see a pretty girl wearing one of my jackets, I want to wait on street corners for minutes that seem like hours all excited and nervous then suddenly be casual, I want to be seen through, I want to be breathless…

it must be Monday

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