every night i imagine our hands curling together and i'll rest my head in that gentle curve between your neck and your shoulder.
maybe you'll laugh at my pathetic attempt at romance de amor on my guitar and i throw a pillow at you from my bed.
hold my fingers as i complain they're all sore and pink and offer to kiss them better. hug me tight from behind as i decipher music notes little by little and clumsily pluck them out on my strings.
i pluck my guitar strings, you toy with my heartstrings.
and i'll keep imagining it and hope it'll come true.
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