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I look at you and I feel like running to you, running until we crash and I can get into your arms, into you, completely. I feel like clinging to you with arms and legs and all the strength I have. I crave nosediving in your neck, intertwining my fingers and your hair, and staying there. And if I get tired, I trust your hands will be there to catch me. All I want is to linger all over you.