You asked me how I beat you, and I tell you I have no idea, but I know it's because I was driving a hundred miles an hour to see you.
You were right there, in my arms, and I was happier than a puppy whose owner was gone to the grocery store for an hour. But it felt like you were a mile away, and maybe it's just me, overthinking things as always, but I hope when the ball drops that you'll be my first kiss of the new year, but I have to prepare myself for a mental holocaust when you don't even reply tonight.
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