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Cory&Topanga

by rebecca-suzanne

There's a first time for everything, but, baby, I want you to be the last. I've been choking on different ways to explain this to you. The right words are stuck to the roof of my mouth and I can never seem to fit them through my teeth. You are so beautiful, too. I miss you most. I won't let you win at battleship- and I probably won't ever understand football or hockey- But I will watch it with you anyways. I will hold your hand even when our hands are sweaty. I will still make fun of you for smoking menthol cigarettes. I promise to always eat the tomatoes for you when we go out to eat. I will drive around with you until we are out of gas, But I won't stop telling you to wear your seatbelt. (even if the gas station is RIGHT THERE) I can't risk it. I can't risk you. You've been present, even when I wasn't. You've made me comfortable in your arms. your home. And even my own skin. you're cigarettes don't always match your lighters anymore, But you're the Cory to my Topanga. And I'm the luckiest girl in the world, because you are my world. I appreciate you, I adore you, I miss you, And I, unconditionally, love you.
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Sep 9, 2015
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(I wrote about you in February when you're cigarettes matched your lighters and I never thought we would be what we are today. I love you, I love you, I love you.)

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