fact. (at least i'm pretty sure it is.)
do you remember that one night. the one that put someone $40 in debt to me. we were standing in the street, right in front of your house. we had left your friend's house because we felt bad about making carpet angels on his sister's floor. (hehe) but we were standing there, right under a streetlamp waiting for your grandma to go to sleep so she wouldn't know we were there. (damn. and remember that bruise? the one on my shin from climbing through your bedroom window.) you put your hands on each side of my face and held me there. you made me close my eyes and you relayed me through this entire story. about sitting alone under a tree. reading a romantic novel about a princess trapped in a castle. she was waiting ... waiting for her prince charming. you asked me if the princess was me. it took me awhile, but i admitted it. "yeah," that's what i said, "yeah .. and i think the prince is you."
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