Wednesday, October 27, 2010

everybody wants to love, everybody wants to be loved


I miss the summer & being home & my tan summer skin & you & iced green tea & reading by the pool & cold weather & wearing my favorite scarf & fitting together like puzzle pieces & sharing an umbrella in the rain & dancing together & laughing. I will never forget. I don't want to go to sleep because when I wake up, you still won't be here. One hundred and forty miles is too far.

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