reasons in Thoughts and feelings

  • Feb. 20, 2014, 8:40 a.m.
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We met at the wrong time. Thats what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we'll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot.

But before then, I hope its nice where you are. I hope the sun shines, and its a beautiful day, but something reminds you, you wish you had stayed.


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