It’s your favorite pair of faded blue jeans that fit like a hug. It’s a sunny Sunday morning with vinyls on the stereo for kitchen dancing. It’s used bookstore chaos, endless summers, and chasing cotton candy skies.
It’s reckless — a lipstick-love-notes-on-the-mirror kind of love.
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