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Everything was all so familiar My legs burned as i sat on the hot stone front porch in my lucky brand shorts the sun shown in my swollen eyes as i remembered when all was fine with you and i In this very spot you sat hear with me eating strawberries just last June i remember thinking that those were the most beautiful, satisfying, redolent strawberries and even though we were eating them off styrofoam china ware, sipping our country time lemonade, when i looked up from my empty plate and looked into you eyes i saw something i've never seen, love I recall thinking to myself, he is in love with me. And all i was doing was being my self. young and naive As we spent the summer watching fireworks, swimming in the pond, going to picnics at the park, afterwards taking a leisurely walk along the shore sharing our deepest secrets and most embarrassing stories, i fell more in love. I thought you were too By late july, it was over. I didn't understand and i still don't. I thought i was over it, but thinking about that day i saw true love for the first time, i know i will never truly move on.
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Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 4:33 PM UTC
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Everything was all so familiar My legs burned as i sat on the hot stone front porch in my lucky brand shorts the sun shown in my swollen eyes as i remembered when all was fine with you and i In this very spot you sat hear with me eating strawberries just last June i remember thinking that those were the most beautiful, satisfying, redolent strawberries and even though we were eating them off styrofoam china ware, sipping our country time lemonade, when i looked up from my empty plate and looked into you eyes i saw something i've never seen, love I recall thinking to myself, he is in love with me. And all i was doing was being my self. young and naive As we spent the summer watching fireworks, swimming in the pond, going to picnics at the park, afterwards taking a leisurely walk along the shore sharing our deepest secrets and most embarrassing stories, i fell more in love. I thought you were too By late july, it was over. I didn't understand and i still don't. I thought i was over it, but thinking about that day i saw true love for the first time, i know i will never truly move on.
jo-beller
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jo-beller
Colombian
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 4:33 PM UTC
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