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i just want to thank you.
god, we had such good times.
the phone calls...the summer...the sex...the poetry...
the sneaking around...the tender words...the lovemaking...
the drugs...the parties...more drugs....more sex...
all in all, i can't complain. and i wouldn't dare.
there were bad things. we know what they are, and we don't need to parade them around for all the world to see.
between you and me, i would still make up for it if we could.
we had an entire lifetime together, all compressed into two and a half years. young love, commitment, contentment, hardship, heartache...such terrible heartache. two people so young should never have to face a thing like that.
call it fate. call it consequence. call it whatever you need to call it.
i call it the best damn two and a half years of my life, regardless.
thank you for teaching me happiness, independence, love, dependence, lust, joy, irresponsiblity, passion, sadness....and everything in between.
you showed me the world, just like you promised.
and for that...
you've earned my love for forever and fifteen minutes.
i just hope someday you'll come back to me again.
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