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I remember sending you a picture of my map. The map you gave me. I called you that night, and told you about a ****** Jaws mural. I remember driving to see you in October. And kissing you in your grandparents empty house. Not knowing what I was doing, But knowing it felt right. I remember the hellos and goodbyes, and not knowing when I’d say hello again. All the times we spent apart, always wondering who had your heart I remember when you said you wanted me, In my bed on christmas. You made me so happy autumn. You make me so happy. I remember the countless reunions, and not believing you're actually there. How beautiful you are in the morning. Kisses behind your ear. I remember worrying. And wondering. And hoping you were true. Hoping it was real this time. I’m ready to be with you. For a whole summer. To kiss your lips when I want to. To be mine. I’m glad I sent you the map. I had no idea when I sent it, That we’d plan a trip across it. Must be meant to be. I think its all been worth it.
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Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 1:24 AM UTC
An ode to remembering and beginnings and a girl
I remember sending you a picture of my map. The map you gave me. I called you that night, and told you about a ****** Jaws mural. I remember driving to see you in October. And kissing you in your grandparents empty house. Not knowing what I was doing, But knowing it felt right. I remember the hellos and goodbyes, and not knowing when I’d say hello again. All the times we spent apart, always wondering who had your heart I remember when you said you wanted me, In my bed on christmas. You made me so happy autumn. You make me so happy. I remember the countless reunions, and not believing you're actually there. How beautiful you are in the morning. Kisses behind your ear. I remember worrying. And wondering. And hoping you were true. Hoping it was real this time. I’m ready to be with you. For a whole summer. To kiss your lips when I want to. To be mine. I’m glad I sent you the map. I had no idea when I sent it, That we’d plan a trip across it. Must be meant to be. I think its all been worth it.
I love a girl named autumn
timmy-durden
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Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 1:24 AM UTC
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