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258 days, January

258 days

Are the number of days we were together, sweet girl

 

January ...

High School Basketball Game

50 texts

50 smiles

So cute

You didn't even mean it

Spleen smiles

Next week

You want me to come over

To help decorate for your birthday party tomorrow

Instead, making out on the porch

"I'm so bad"

... ... ...

Tomorrow

I'm sorry, I don't have any gift except for myself

Pop the question

Will you be mine?

There marked day 1

More spleen smiles

... ... ... still get this flashback so clear in my mind, in Ray's chair, Dani was up on the left arm, you and I cuddling in the seat, she looks over and tells us how cute we look

 

... ... ...

Every other day in that month consisting basically of

Heidi said this

Heidi said that

Help me help me

She's on facebook going nuts about me

I even called her four times for hours trying to calm her down

You told me it wasn't my fault

Our senses of humour blended really well

Spleen smiles all the way

You were my anchor

I fell in love

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