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Fleeing Sleet in the middle of April

I hope when you leave, You don’t think about leaving me. I hope we stay friends, I hope we still have the 2 a.m talks. I love the way you told me goodbye, I love that you knew from day one. I think you know me too well, I think you see me too clearly You’re my friend and I wish I could disappear with you. I’m never sure if you’re smiling at me or looking just over my shoulder. I hope you come back in April, I hope we go on that road trip in May. I wish I could say the things I’m too stressed to say. I’m missing you like hell, although I’ll smile when you drive away.
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oliveisanerd
Published
Jan 10, 2017
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#love#friends#memories#lover#missingyou#onlyfriends
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