Confession: I hate hanging out with my Dad because of the looks we get.
Kind of screwed up, eh?
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If you don’t want me, don’t look at me the way you do.
If you don’t want me, don’t take my hand in yours.
If you don’t want me, don’t kiss me like you don’t want anyone else.
If you don’t want me, don’t act like nothing else matters when we’re together.
Because…
Nobody can ever make me feel what you make me feel when you look at me.
Nobody’s hand will ever fit into mine as perfectly as yours does.
Nobody else can kiss me without every single one of my thoughts being of you.
And nothing else in the world matters to me…except for you.
[Minor grammatical edits by myself.]
