Look. There was nothing to do about it. Even if she knew she was going to have her heart broken, he had a gift for turning everything so romantic that out there, on the dance floor, she grazed the ground so softly as to almost float. He had that mythic smell--the luxury of forgetfulness, a mouthful of apple pie while the dairy moon hung over a cabin in the woods. Late at night, he sang you know I like my girls a little bit older, I just wanna use your love tonight. (She swoons, stupid in love.) I don't wanna lose your love tonight.
Bon Iver--Your Love (Outfield Cover)
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