09.25.03 :: 11:40 am

I don't even know your birthday and I miss you already, you I don't know what, you awesomeness huggable kissable you I don't even know you you you sweetest heart.

And you will come back in November, and later grind my heart down into the pavement. This is certain, but I am also certain you'll meet my mother.

My head is nowhere to be found today. I'm swimming in remembering.

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