There's nights I remember, which I'm sure you do not.
Of a summer, of a semester, of a freedom all talk.
In bathrooms & bedrooms & backyards, I tried.
Of whispers & touches & kisses goodbye.
(of the night it all changed, the only time I saw you cry)
Its funny now, as my mind drifts back;
The sweetest things you said was when your mind had gone black.
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I love you. And every blog you write I want to cuddle with you and tell you that the man who finally wakes up and loves you will be the luckiest you'll ever find!
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