something felt right.

I’m cursed with bad timing. But I remember thinking that something felt right every time I laid my head on your chest and your laugh intoxicated my veins. Maybe you’ll be the one. And maybe you won’t. But I’ll remember cramming images of you into the cracks in my bones so I’d always feel at ease alone.

That’s all I really know.

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