Hey.. it’s me.
I was there again today, and again, I wished everyone was you. I let the rain pour on me.
There is so much I want to say to you.. but I’m not ready to reach out yet. I can’t drag you in to this, you are too good (good, in the truest sense) for this type of drama.
But when things are finalized.. I hope you let me smoke a cigarette with you on your porch again.. miss you
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