You are the cliche.
The light at the end of the tunnel.
The fireflies lighting up dark highways.
The feeling that makes my heart flip-flop in my chest.
The hot cocoa with marshmallows after snowball fights.
The box of conversation hearts on Valentines' Day.
The middle-of-nowhere gas station when I'm running on empty.
The fixed-up house in the middle of decay.
The lawnmower when the weeds are growing over the front steps.
The car crash heart that has a donor heart.
The kiss that makes it all worth it.
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