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I can’t remember what I said right before… I kissed you. I think I was wearing your blue and orange hat, the one with the pompom (You look ridiculous in it). I’m sure you thought I was cute when I took it off your head and clicked up the sidewalk backwards as I put it on. I probably thought I was giving you sexy-eyes. I thought you’d think I was crazy when I showed up at your door and rang your doorbell, (like eight times) at 4:37 AM. But I just wanted a kiss I could remember— one I could accept my diploma with. Not a face-full of beard and a blurry hint at what color your eyes might have been when I… took a step back. I wanted to kick off my black Frye boots that made me taller than you on the hill. I wanted to shave that beard to see your face for the first time.
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Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 10:36 PM UTC
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I can’t remember what I said right before… I kissed you. I think I was wearing your blue and orange hat, the one with the pompom (You look ridiculous in it). I’m sure you thought I was cute when I took it off your head and clicked up the sidewalk backwards as I put it on. I probably thought I was giving you sexy-eyes. I thought you’d think I was crazy when I showed up at your door and rang your doorbell, (like eight times) at 4:37 AM. But I just wanted a kiss I could remember— one I could accept my diploma with. Not a face-full of beard and a blurry hint at what color your eyes might have been when I… took a step back. I wanted to kick off my black Frye boots that made me taller than you on the hill. I wanted to shave that beard to see your face for the first time.
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sarah-wheeler
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Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 10:36 PM UTC
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