The hardest part of my life is that even on the days I can consider a new boy for a few seconds or minutes or hours, at the end of the day, the only one that matters to me is number twelve. At the end of the day when I'm laying in my bed, the only boy I care about is him. When I wake up, I think of him. When I fall asleep, I think of him. When I see the last moments f my life, he's the one laying next to me.
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