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Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Two freaking weeks
I missed you, today, and everything around me faded into the memory of my arms around your shoulders; my hand on your cheek; the way your outline found its way onto mine.

Someday, we won't have to hide. Someday, I won't ever have to leave you like that -staring at each other until we'd both almost bumped into some car or tree, from walking backwards; again.

And someday..I really will go up to that overgrown mouse, and your whole damn fanclub, and tell him, and tell them all, that you -perfectly amazing you; are mine.

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