5.5.18

She was looking at me, much like she always did, but for some reason, this time was different.
"What?" I asked, a smile toying on the corner of my lips.
"Nothing," she replied with a smug smirk.
"C'mon, what is it?" I pried.
Our bodies were tangled up in one another as we laid there on her bed.
"I'm just happy... you make me happy."
How dangerous it is to know that I make her happy.
Because once someone makes you happy, they then have the power to make you sad.
Please don't let me fuck this up.

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