Rogue Planets

I think of you at ten; the first time I saw you. Your smile at nine and how it lit up something inside me I had thought long dead. Your lips at eight pressed against mine and at seven, your warm breath in my ear and your hands everywhere. You tell me you love me at six and at five we have our first real fight. At four we have our second and at three, our third. At two you tell me you can't go on any longer and then at one, you ask me to stay.

- LangLeav 

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