April 2011
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Confessions of a nightmare.
I really hope every time he walks into his house he remembers the times we cuddled on the couch. Or when he enters his room, he remembers when we laid there for hours kissing and touching. Or when he sees the sidewalk, he remembers the times we walked to his house so we could both be by each other, listening to each other’s hearts. I hope when he kisses her, he remembers me - remembers...
Going back to the corner where I first saw you, ...
