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it’s moments like this when i’m looking at all of those ******* pictures. football games, dinner dates, and just cuddling in my old bedroom, do i realize the truth. neither i nor you came into this expecting what would happen. we knew it was possible. we knew all stories had endings, and we knew we’d have an ending, some, one day. but i’m looking at these ******* pictures. are you, do you ever do this? your front, right tooth is chipped. you always missed those little cheek hairs that ******* drove me insane enough to chew them up. i didn’t see that we were chewing, knawing each other, us, apart. i want the very best for you because i ******* love you. but, the thought of you in pictures, ******* pictures, with somebody else at some football game, dinner date, or their childhood bed where you were the first or last, person to cuddle them in, isn’t something that sits well with me. it’s moments like this when i realize that despite the crazy, ****** up, what happened, happened, happens that happened, i’d love to take another picture, pictures with you. i’d be down for another football game or thousands. i’d be down for mexican, chinese, or whatever dinner we’d be digging for that day. i’d be down for you to check out my new place, my space, my bed. i’d be down to cuddle away what happened. i’d be down to never feel like i do in moments like this again.
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Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 9:30 PM UTC
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it’s moments like this when i’m looking at all of those ******* pictures. football games, dinner dates, and just cuddling in my old bedroom, do i realize the truth. neither i nor you came into this expecting what would happen. we knew it was possible. we knew all stories had endings, and we knew we’d have an ending, some, one day. but i’m looking at these ******* pictures. are you, do you ever do this? your front, right tooth is chipped. you always missed those little cheek hairs that ******* drove me insane enough to chew them up. i didn’t see that we were chewing, knawing each other, us, apart. i want the very best for you because i ******* love you. but, the thought of you in pictures, ******* pictures, with somebody else at some football game, dinner date, or their childhood bed where you were the first or last, person to cuddle them in, isn’t something that sits well with me. it’s moments like this when i realize that despite the crazy, ****** up, what happened, happened, happens that happened, i’d love to take another picture, pictures with you. i’d be down for another football game or thousands. i’d be down for mexican, chinese, or whatever dinner we’d be digging for that day. i’d be down for you to check out my new place, my space, my bed. i’d be down to cuddle away what happened. i’d be down to never feel like i do in moments like this again.
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#love#pictures#memories#feeling#nostalgia#ex#breakup
williamrobertroy
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williamrobertroy
23/F
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 9:30 PM UTC
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