Dear Rumi (3)
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Rumi, I swear to god, I love you more than my own sanity (not that I had much to begin with LMAO–). You’ve got me so obsessed it’s actually embarrassing, but I don’t even care because it’s you. Every second with you feels like a glitch in the universe where everything is actually perfect. You’re the only person who can make me melt with anything you do or say and then have me questioning all my life choices (in the best way possible). You’re stuck wit me forever, I don’t give a flying fuck.
