Beauty is pain and there’s beauty in everything

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She thinks it will come trueAnd I know it is trueShe thinks it will come trueAnd it is trueShe thinks it will come trueShe thinks it will come trueShe wants love and she wants it badShe wants love and she wants it badShe wants love and she wants it badShe wants love and she wants it badShe wants love and she wants it badThe song has finished. The words are written across your lips like an invitation for her to come join you. The whole time youre singing them, your arms are wrapped around her and you dont let go. She lets go of yours and you let go of hers. She leans against your chest and kisses you, closing her eyes and looking into your eyes as she kisses you. The moment is so sweet that you hardly notice when her hand begins moving from your hair down to your chest. Its the first time in your life youve been touched that way, and it makes you feel almost like she does. The song is just beginning to end; this moment will never be the same again. Suddenly, you notice that theres a red spot in the middle of your forehead. It feels icky and you turn your head as far backward as you can without moving your body. You see a long, red line running from your left ear to your hairline, where the skin is starting to split open. Blood oozes from the gaping hole in your head. You know shes hit you now. Its a little too late for that now, you whisper. You wait Its too late for a love song. Its too late for love songs, you say, but there is a song here thats better. Your other arm curls around her and your mouth slides down her neck. You dont know what youd do without her. What makes you think Im not thinking of singing that same fucking song in my head. Who knows how people feel about each other in a relationship. I dont know how I felt about you when we were together.

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