i miss the love poems,
the kiss over the fence,
the backward bench,
the late night singing,
the future questions,
the want to always hear me ramble,
the way i can't do what you do,
the summer hopes,
the things you tell me,
and the rainy hand held afternoon.
12 days and i get to see you.
i cannot friggen wait.
love you, boy.
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