Today I went on a long, long car trip. The same I did on the year we met. The same where I couldn't stop thinking, throughout the whole time, about all of the things I'd do when we came back from the holidays. It's funny to remember everything that has happened since that. How far apart we've became and the fact that we don't even speak to each other. Maybe you dislike me today. But I still think about the goosebumps you made me feel. I still think about everything we could've became and the memories we could've made into reality. And I should be over all these butterflies and thoughts and feelings, but I've failed miserably. Because – as Hayley said – after all this time, I'm still into you.
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