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I’m sick of complicating things. I’m tired of trying to shape love into something I can grasp between my fingertips. I hate having to worry so much about what’s right, or what makes sense, or what I should do, or who I should love. With you, it’s not about those things. It’s not about whether this will make perfect sense or whether it’s a forever type of feeling. It’s not about having all the answers. It’s not about knowing who we will become or where we will go before we’ve even started. I’ve always been the type of girl who likes to know, who likes to plan, who likes to see the world laid out in front of her.  But with you it’s different. You make me smile. You make happy. When I look at you, I see a thousand stories carved into your skull. I see memories; I see laughter. I see the person you’ve been, the person I want to discover. And I feel a million things that i want to tell you. When I look at you, I don’t know what we will become. But that doesn’t really ...