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Aug 2013
In the end what I'm going to miss
isn't the relationship itself.
but the time we danced to no music on your roof....
or the time you walked me to my car
and it started snowing
and we kissed under the streetlight
and laughed at how utterly cheesy it all was.

but we both loved it.
and you loved me.
and I loved that you loved me.
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