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Revised: 08/13/2022 10:12 p.m.

  • Aug. 4, 2022, 5 a.m.
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Whenever one of us was feeling under the weather we’d go to the park in the afternoon or early night. We’d lay down in this swing, side by side, and just talk about life. That’s were we told each other our biggest and smallest secrets. I opened up to her more than anyone else. She was my rock. The swing was on of “our places”. I miss spending time with her like that. No one will ever know me the way you did. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to trust someone that much again, not after what you did to me.
“I’ve been trying for you, for me. Now I know what it’s like to fall in love from the outside.”


Last updated August 13, 2022


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