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His soft silky hair runs through my fingers as we lay awake doing nothing but talking about our dreams at two in the morning.
Josh is nearly asleep, his eyes dark and humble. Pure.
It's cold but for some reason we both barely have the sheets covering our bodies in this double bed of his.
Slowly but finally, josh has fallen asleep, I stare at his face for a little longer before closing my own eyes and drifting off to sleep.
A breeze blows across my skin from the open window.
This love feels like no emotion my brain will allow itself to process.
I plead with all my heart that this blue boy never leaves me, a pastel pink mess.
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