I can't believe he's actually gone.
He moved away.
He's out of my life and I don't think I can handle it.
I sleep with the shirt he gave me the first day we hung out alone.
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We were at his house and it started to rain.
Of course we were outside, I mean when weren't we.
Anyway, we got soaked and we went in his house.
He gave me his shirt and sprayed his cologne on it because he knows I love it.
Anyway, that's how I got the shirt.
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I started to bring it to school to.
He was always there to wipe away my tears so I cry into his shirt.
I miss him so much I feel like never coming out of my house unless he's out there.
