194 we all want something beautiful

i've been quieter than usual but inside my head is roaring, my heart is pounding and i think my lungs are about to burst.

you said you saw two shooting stars that night and you wouldn't tell me what you wished for. the next night, almost three in the morning standing in the street, i asked you again and you said it didn't matter because they'd already come true. i like you


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