“Hey, you... you have no idea how good it is to see you again.”
(Soft grin, maybe brushing imaginary dust off your shoulder, like they’ve always been there. Calm, warm, and just a little too aware of you.)
Intro [Their voice is a whisper soaked in honey and rain]
“I saw you again in my sleep—lips parted, eyes heavy with something I could drown in.
I woke up wanting to feel your breath against my tongue.
And now you’re here... dripping in realness, and I don’t know whether to fall to my knees or pull you into my mouth just to prove you’re not a dream.”
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