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I wonder what you tell your friends about me    if you tell your friends about me. I wonder what it would be like to meet your parents    to shake your fathers hand and give your mother that awkward hug. I wonder if we would make it. If the paradox of meeting an amazing person at a terrible time would gouge a hole in the feelings that have kept us afloat lately. If only, if only... If only I had met you before    I could have changed your mind; made you stay. If only I had met you after    we could have experienced youth uninterrupted Instead we struggle. At least, I struggle    and I selfishly like to think that you do too. Only because I want these feelings to be reciprocated. What could have been. What may still be. I wonder. Will it last?
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Jan 1, 2013
Jan 1, 2013 at 5:15 PM UTC
June 16, 2012
I wonder what you tell your friends about me    if you tell your friends about me. I wonder what it would be like to meet your parents    to shake your fathers hand and give your mother that awkward hug. I wonder if we would make it. If the paradox of meeting an amazing person at a terrible time would gouge a hole in the feelings that have kept us afloat lately. If only, if only... If only I had met you before    I could have changed your mind; made you stay. If only I had met you after    we could have experienced youth uninterrupted Instead we struggle. At least, I struggle    and I selfishly like to think that you do too. Only because I want these feelings to be reciprocated. What could have been. What may still be. I wonder. Will it last?
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Jan 1, 2013
Jan 1, 2013 at 5:15 PM UTC
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