dear in between

you know she loves younot by the phonecalls she makes the soft sighs or intense stares morning, evening, midnight conversations not by the cute yet desperate little things she does the heart beats skipped, goosebumps witnessed the words spoken in between akward invisible pauses not by the friends of your friends of your friends, she's made the photo comments, video comments, comments upon comments or the inside jokes she craves to have, with you no you know she loves you by the way she holds your hand.

pay attention.

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