I think I loved you. I think I did. I think I can listen to you every day. I think I could never be mad at your voice. What if your laugh was infections? What if your smile was intoxication? When I held you, I knew exactly the spot I was suppose to. When I kissed you, I knew exactly where to. If you had a problem I would be there.
I think I love you. I think I do.
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