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May 2017
During the winter, I never would have thought you would be gone by the time the leaves grew back on the trees.
Today i walked to our favorite spot.
It was still so innocent, like us when we were there.
Brand new and untouched by each other.
That was over two years ago.
And i swear to god, I could have built a house right on top
of that bench we sat on, on that second date in the middle of the woods, and live there forever.
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