Sure, he might not have been perfect, but if I thought he was, isn’t that all that matters?
June 2015
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I love you, but there will be a dozen more too.
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I was afraid of falling, but more so of us having futures instead of a future.
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reminiscing
the fists
your grasp
my skin
the touch
our feelings
thoughts
how we loved
without words
just emotions
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Regardless, step back and appreciate how lovely the little things were.
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It’s not that I cry because I miss him, its because I know our paths won’t cross for another thousand years or so.
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Inspired by earth, love, hatred, irony, confidence and sadness.
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Until we meet again, when the sky is blue and you are you and I am I.