Monday, March 17, 2014

We like, ya know, almost dated right?

I told you, didn't I my dearest? I told you that that demon would die, I told you that you would find someone, that they would love you as much as you love them and you'd be happy and you'd look back and wonder why?  You won't see what you once did.

And I'm happy for you. Hold on to him tight, he fits in  the cracks of your wood frame, and that's hard to come by.

Let me buy coffee some time.

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