Something about the way the hair falls in your face. I love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillowcase. You tell me where to go and though I might leave to find it, I'll never let your head hit the bed without my hand behind it.
And if you want love we'll make it, swimming a deep sea of blankets. Take all your big plans and break them. This is bound to be a while - John Mayer
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