When I say I want to know you, I don’t mean what’s your favorite color. I mean, tell me about the song that keeps you up at night. The first time you said I love you, and actually meant it. Tell me, if you were drunk and in a room full of people you love who’s arms would you run into. Tell me about that first person that broke your heart, and how you spent days crying. Tell me your small secrets, that you thought weren’t important, but to me is. Tell me those thoughts you have at 2 a.m., and you’re all alone and you swear you might have a chance with that special someone. Tell me about your lost love, and why it didn’t work out. Don’t just tell me about your favorite color. Favorite colors don’t say anything. Just.. Tell me about you.
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