I want a love story. I want that falling feeling, the crash of lips and the fingers in the hair.
I want a love story. I want staying up late in each others' arms just because.
I want a love story. I want coffee and pizza at three in the morning and you.
But you're fictional.
About the Author
- Artemis.
- One of those crazy teen blogger types. Completely bribe-able with coffee. An INTP.
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