December 2011
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I don’t even know what we talk about I just listen to the sound of his voice and to his laugh and to the sound of him listening to me
Dec 28th
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it’s funny how the mind associates things with other things. how i associate the taste of honey with the smell of your skin. how i can’t help but think of the color of your eyes when i see a thundercloud.  i miss the way you’d sometimes stumble over your words when you were thinking too hard. sometimes i think it’s unfair when october rolls around. do you remember how, on mischief night, we...
Dec 25th
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That would have been wonderful.
Dec 2nd