Monday, November 8, 2010

Dear how do I tell you?,

Every time you put on a song, I want to be with you because it's exactly what I'd want you to play. Every time you open your mouth, I want to be with you because what you say is exactly what I wished you would. Every time you leave, I want to be with you because that goodbye kiss is the only time we communicate how we feel.
Every time you're here, I want to be with you because it would make it easier when you leave.

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