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I keep trying to write letters but they never turn out right you taught me that home was never truly a place it is blue eyes that I could get lost in for hours pushing and pulling like the tides of the sea it is strong hands that built things up but also tore them down and still managed to leave goosebumps down my spine it is whispered 'I love you's that sound like a rainy august night hushing me to sleep it is long cold winter nights wrapped in your arms listening to our heartbeats synchronized it is the thought of our apartment it is the holidays we spent together it is the way you used to look at me it is the promises we meant to keep I am still in love with you. You are still my home. This hurts a lot less then I expected, but the pain is constant and shoots down my veins. I am addicted to you. I feel alive with you. I told you from the first time we kissed by the library that we would end up this way. every second I was with you, I knew I would end up trying to write you heartbroken letters that would never end up sounding right.
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Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 12:50 PM UTC
Sincerely, Yours
I keep trying to write letters but they never turn out right you taught me that home was never truly a place it is blue eyes that I could get lost in for hours pushing and pulling like the tides of the sea it is strong hands that built things up but also tore them down and still managed to leave goosebumps down my spine it is whispered 'I love you's that sound like a rainy august night hushing me to sleep it is long cold winter nights wrapped in your arms listening to our heartbeats synchronized it is the thought of our apartment it is the holidays we spent together it is the way you used to look at me it is the promises we meant to keep I am still in love with you. You are still my home. This hurts a lot less then I expected, but the pain is constant and shoots down my veins. I am addicted to you. I feel alive with you. I told you from the first time we kissed by the library that we would end up this way. every second I was with you, I knew I would end up trying to write you heartbroken letters that would never end up sounding right.
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24/F/American
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 12:50 PM UTC
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