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I sorry, I lied
That other day talking in the kitchen
You said you couldn’t imagine making out with me
I said that I couldn’t as well

I’m sorry, that I asked a direct question
The question if we will ever be more then friends
Its a question that needed a definite answer
An answer that I all ready knew

Maybe I blocked my mind from thinking
Thinking about making out with you
Caressing the side of your face with my hand
The other on the back of your head
Fingers between those beautiful curls
Softly bringing our lips together
Softly kissing
Softly biting your lower lip

You said you like hanging out with me
When ever you ask me if I wanna hang
I told you that my answer will always be yes
How could I ever say no
You were
You are
My first love