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this is the place tonight.
*03.03.03* @ 2:01 p.m.*
the way those rose petal kisses would hang like rubies from his bottom lip. the way he held my hand holding the gearshift. the way he'd throw his beer bottles and laughs out the passenger window and pretend i couldn't hear either over the music. the way we'd fight fight fight our way back to getting along. the way his hands always found their way to my hips when i hadn't been home for a few days. the way he broke my heart and made me cry after he took all those rubies back from my bottom lip...