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◀ Friday, December 09, 2011

This vacation's useless, these coloured pills aren't kind. I've given a lot of thought on this 13-hour flight. I miss the grinding concrete where we sat past 3 or 4 and slowly finished laughing in the glow of these headlights. I've given a lot of thought to the nights we used to have. The days have come and gone, our lives went by so fast. I faintly remember breathing on your bedroom floor, where I laid and told you, but you swear you loved me more.

Do you care if I don't know what to say? Will you sleep tonight, will you think of me? Will I shake this off, pretend it's all okay. That there's someone out there who feels just like me? There is. Not.

Those notes you wrote me, I've thrown them all. I've given a lot of thought of how to write you back this fall. With every single letter in every single word, there will be a hidden message about a girl that still loves a boy.