I'm lost and I don't know where my day's gone. My head's spinning and I can't look at you because I love you.
And if I look at you and you look at me and it doesn't feel exactly this good (because it couldn't possibly be any better) then I think I'd break into a thousand tiny pieces.
You reach out and hold my hand. I squeeze my eyes shut tight; half to stop from looking at you, half to stop the forthcoming tears welling somewhere beneath my surface.

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