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So they’d lock themselves in the car
& get lost in each other’s eyes
They sang along with the radio
He’d whisper into her ears & she’d laugh
At his silly jokes, even if they were pointless
He’d grab her hand & not let go
He had no idea how happy it made her
She’d rest her head on his shoulder; close her eyes
Listening to their song as he kissed her forehead
She memorized the touch of his lips
She didn’t want to leave anytime soon
& he’d give her his jacket when she was cold
It’d be 3 in the morning
But they would still be tangled up in each other
She knew he was something special
It was different how he moved her
Because when he told her, “goodnight”
It felt like, “hello.”

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