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sparkeeeeeeeeeee
i was at mallory's house tonight, laying on the love seat, listening to the dog snore and watching obnoxious videos on mtv. i couldnt fall asleep to save my life. i got a text msg from a number i dont know that said "blah blah blah. this that and the other" and instantly i thought of you. it was a 630 number, so i know it wasnt really you...but anyways, it made me start thinking about, what else? old times with you.
i remember driving home from the city, you wearing my sunglasses. bumper to bumper traffic on 90. you singing every song at the top of your lungs into my bottle of suntan lotion using only the word "blah" getting lost. putting a water bottle in my hands and trying to make me sing too. why couldnt i ever sing in front of you?) we stopped at some mcdonalds off the highway and got french fries. i held the sweet and sour sauce for you while you drove. (why did i let you drive my car when you didnt have a license?) we got so lost. but we made found our way home. we got lost all the time but we always made it to where we needed to be. we stopped at the old garage, made a quick exchange with some guy you know, then came back to my mom's house, you set up my laptop, and we fell asleep on my bed. it was a perfect day.
can you believe its been a year since we met? its crazy. it really is. i want to say "im over it. are you over it? okay. cool" but it wouldnt be true at all. no matter how many times you dick me over, im still here, and your still asking for forgiveness. why is it that everytime i see your car, my heart flutters like the first time we went out together? (by the way, that was prolly the most amazing night of my life. and i learned i lot that night, too. chicago police officers are assholes, its good that there are caps on bottles of soda-pop, it takes a jeep to jump start a volvo, sometimes you just have to turn the knob to make the seat lean back, and last but not any less important, a car can die even while going down a hill)
i miss you.
but
we will be together soon!
i was at mallory's house tonight, laying on the love seat, listening to the dog snore and watching obnoxious videos on mtv. i couldnt fall asleep to save my life. i got a text msg from a number i dont know that said "blah blah blah. this that and the other" and instantly i thought of you. it was a 630 number, so i know it wasnt really you...but anyways, it made me start thinking about, what else? old times with you.
i remember driving home from the city, you wearing my sunglasses. bumper to bumper traffic on 90. you singing every song at the top of your lungs into my bottle of suntan lotion using only the word "blah" getting lost. putting a water bottle in my hands and trying to make me sing too. why couldnt i ever sing in front of you?) we stopped at some mcdonalds off the highway and got french fries. i held the sweet and sour sauce for you while you drove. (why did i let you drive my car when you didnt have a license?) we got so lost. but we made found our way home. we got lost all the time but we always made it to where we needed to be. we stopped at the old garage, made a quick exchange with some guy you know, then came back to my mom's house, you set up my laptop, and we fell asleep on my bed. it was a perfect day.
can you believe its been a year since we met? its crazy. it really is. i want to say "im over it. are you over it? okay. cool" but it wouldnt be true at all. no matter how many times you dick me over, im still here, and your still asking for forgiveness. why is it that everytime i see your car, my heart flutters like the first time we went out together? (by the way, that was prolly the most amazing night of my life. and i learned i lot that night, too. chicago police officers are assholes, its good that there are caps on bottles of soda-pop, it takes a jeep to jump start a volvo, sometimes you just have to turn the knob to make the seat lean back, and last but not any less important, a car can die even while going down a hill)
i miss you.
but
we will be together soon!
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