I miss hanging out in your room,
journaling, drawing, feeling safe and happy in each other's presence. It was so grounding for a time.
I always hoped that somewhere along the line, we'd find ourselves at a place of our own. On the countryside, down by a stream with inner tubes in hand.
I guess that place is all mine, and that's no fun. I'm not even sure I want to be there anymore.
You hate getting wet, but I think you would've liked to be there anyway.
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