I've been told my time infront of my computer sets in more apathy every mintue. I've seen this after the first day when the tears never came...and still don't. When I lay in bed looking at each and every star, and even imagining those I am missing. I'm in a Ny state of mind, and can not soar by the oceanside anymore. Take me back home to you: to the milkshakes, and hugs, ice cream for breakfast, after vball practice naps, music, backrubs, ripped jeans, no touch rules, secrets, and even those we don't tell...give me the touch and everything I miss.
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b to the double g
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Love you,
Love,
Me
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I love you Amanda, keep your arms always in the air giving me high fives when I jump out of the pit for a gasp of air!
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:-P
-Dan
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