Thursday, June 18, 2009 @5:50 AM
Sometimes things bog me down and I want to just give them the finger and leave. Then I think of how disappointed you would be with my tantrums and things get just a little bit better.
How I'd like to hear you say something, anything to me. Right now. But you're always with me, in my thoughts and fantasies and imaginations and memories. You are everywhere. So that makes things slightly easier.
You are the scent of summer. I'm glad I knew summer because of you.
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