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If I could forget just one thing I think I'd want it to be how to get from my house to yours. and from there, how to get from inside my car to inside your room. or which couch in the living room you always stretched out on. or where you would keep the orange juice in your refrigerator. or the names of your pets. I know how to get to your house from mine like the back of my hand. I don't even have to think about it. like running my fingers through my hair, it's become a part of me. I feel it would be easier to forget you, or at least let go of you, if I didn't remember this so well so long after I stopped feeling welcome standing on your welcome mat.
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Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 2:52 AM UTC
happy birthday
If I could forget just one thing I think I'd want it to be how to get from my house to yours. and from there, how to get from inside my car to inside your room. or which couch in the living room you always stretched out on. or where you would keep the orange juice in your refrigerator. or the names of your pets. I know how to get to your house from mine like the back of my hand. I don't even have to think about it. like running my fingers through my hair, it's become a part of me. I feel it would be easier to forget you, or at least let go of you, if I didn't remember this so well so long after I stopped feeling welcome standing on your welcome mat.
rebecca-suzanne
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Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 2:52 AM UTC
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