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This is a poem about the day we first met, and how you'd always say you knew before even talking to me that we'd get along. This is a poem about the book I was reading on day two, and how you made fun of me because some of the pages still had pictures. This is a poem about your nickname, and how I always thought it suited you since it reminded me of coffee mugs. This is a poem about your eyes, and how they'd crinkle at the corners and sparkle a lot whenever you laughed. This is a poem about your laugh, and how even though it was way too loud it always sounded a lot like music to me. This is a poem about a leather chair, and how we'd always argue over who got to sit in it but ended up sharing anyway. This is a poem about my first kiss, and how it took you way too long to pick up on subtleties but you made up for it pretty well. This is a poem about your beat-up Camry, and how whenever I'd ask you where we were driving this time you'd only ever say "forward" or "adventure." This is a poem about clichés, and how whenever I'm describing you they're the only thing that comes to mind even though I know it's lame. This is a poem about the first time I fell in love, and how through everything that happened I couldn't have asked for a better first than you. This is a poem about the church parking lot, and how the way you said goodbye made me feel literally sick and I didn't think the hurt would go away. This is a poem about you, and how I can't still imagine myself with anyone more amazing than everything you were. This is a poem about us, and how the ending came too soon but I still wouldn't dare go back to ever change a single moment.
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Oct 16, 2013
Oct 16, 2013 at 7:36 PM UTC
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This is a poem about the day we first met, and how you'd always say you knew before even talking to me that we'd get along. This is a poem about the book I was reading on day two, and how you made fun of me because some of the pages still had pictures. This is a poem about your nickname, and how I always thought it suited you since it reminded me of coffee mugs. This is a poem about your eyes, and how they'd crinkle at the corners and sparkle a lot whenever you laughed. This is a poem about your laugh, and how even though it was way too loud it always sounded a lot like music to me. This is a poem about a leather chair, and how we'd always argue over who got to sit in it but ended up sharing anyway. This is a poem about my first kiss, and how it took you way too long to pick up on subtleties but you made up for it pretty well. This is a poem about your beat-up Camry, and how whenever I'd ask you where we were driving this time you'd only ever say "forward" or "adventure." This is a poem about clichés, and how whenever I'm describing you they're the only thing that comes to mind even though I know it's lame. This is a poem about the first time I fell in love, and how through everything that happened I couldn't have asked for a better first than you. This is a poem about the church parking lot, and how the way you said goodbye made me feel literally sick and I didn't think the hurt would go away. This is a poem about you, and how I can't still imagine myself with anyone more amazing than everything you were. This is a poem about us, and how the ending came too soon but I still wouldn't dare go back to ever change a single moment.
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Oct 16, 2013
Oct 16, 2013 at 7:36 PM UTC
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