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Sunday, April 4

I just want yesterday to be everyday. To be with you.

I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. I MISS YOU. From the tips of my cold toes (that would be much warmer if you were sitting on them), to the hairs on my head (which would feel much nicer if you were smelling them). I miss you.


Kristina Karenina said...

Awww, you reminded me of my yeeears waiting for the boy I fell in love with at 15. We lived 3000 miles apart and waiting 3 years sadly wasn't enough.


S. Kahlon said...

Well, Kristina. For me and this boy, it fell apart after four years. And now this post is bittersweet for me, too.

Ahh, memories.