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Thursday, February 13, 2014

Worth.

You. You're worth the single grumbling in my tummy telling me I've been hungry since before we met tonight. The same one that gets louder as time goes on.
You're worth me pretending I'm not tired, and covering my yawns,
Just so we can stay up all night and keep talking 'til dawn.
You're worth the drive and worth the wait,
Worth every second that it takes.
You're worth the laugh and worth the smile,
Even if just for a little while.
To ease your worry and soothe your pain,
To help you realize you can love again.
If this is all it ever was and all it ever will be,
In this moment, I want you to know, you've been worth it all to me.

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