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Sometimes I think of you. I think of you showing up at my house in the middle of a snowstorm with white roses, hot cheetos, High School Musical 3, and your favorite sweater. And you'd knock on my door and I'd come running and I'd open it up, and there you would be. You'd smile at me and whisper, "I'm so sorry. I made a mistake. Please forgive me." And, because I love you, I'd nod and let you in. We'd cuddle on the couch, our bodies tangled in each other, and we'd whisper, "I love you." Sometimes I think of you doing this. Sometimes I believe that you are planning this. But, I don't know, maybe I'm wishing for a Christmas miracle. And, we all know miracles don't exist.
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Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 9:35 PM UTC
12/21/13 9:30 pm
Sometimes I think of you. I think of you showing up at my house in the middle of a snowstorm with white roses, hot cheetos, High School Musical 3, and your favorite sweater. And you'd knock on my door and I'd come running and I'd open it up, and there you would be. You'd smile at me and whisper, "I'm so sorry. I made a mistake. Please forgive me." And, because I love you, I'd nod and let you in. We'd cuddle on the couch, our bodies tangled in each other, and we'd whisper, "I love you." Sometimes I think of you doing this. Sometimes I believe that you are planning this. But, I don't know, maybe I'm wishing for a Christmas miracle. And, we all know miracles don't exist.
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Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 9:35 PM UTC
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