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Small things

It's the small things.

The small things you did that I subconsciously would hide.

I would find remains of you scattered around my house.

It was like you took ahold of me all over again.

It was those small things that made me fall in love with you in the beginning.

It was those small things that made me fall in love all over again. 

Even months after it ended.  







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