If you haven’t stayed up into the early hours of the morning with a book in your hands, crying the moisture out of your eyes, obsessing over OTPs, and praying to the holy author for the sequel to have a happier ending then you haven’t lived.
There now, steady love, so few come and don’t go
Will you, won’t you be the one I’ll always know?
When I’m losing my control, the city spins around
You’re the only one who knows, you slow it down