#308: Flood.
April 19, 2013

I want to write about how sometimes I still think of you. I want to celebrate these moments with you, without you.

I want to one day bump into you by the road in school. I want to see you. So I can want to say, hi. So I can want to ask you how you've been, when I in fact all I really meant to say was, I've missed you.

I want you to know that the time is now, the time is right�the time has never been better.

I want you to find me here, because I will always be here; find me now, because now is fucking forever.

2:16 a.m.

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