You do things, say things sometimes,that make me want to just
stop. Put everything down,
stop.
Listen, while I find myself smiling like a fool.
Listen, and laugh,
put down the pen that I'm fidgeting with,
to pay you full attention.
Stop.
and fight an overwhelming urge to kiss you.
This is a balance.
Or it almost is. And I'm getting there. And I don't mind it.
Not one bit.
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