One day...

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One day down the road we might meet again; Me covered in tattoos, working somewhere, and still not tied down to anyone; You are running your business, covered in tattoos, and possibly in a relationship.

I just hope that if we happen to see each, we don't forget each other, even if it takes a minute.

Who knows, Maybe we will start talking again?

I'm not asking for you to marry me, or even want a relationship. Just that we can talk and be there for each other; be friends with each other. Whatever happens after that isn't our fault.

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I know some things are better off left untouched, but I don't like when people just leave.  My heart gets attached faster than anything.

I will get over it eventually, it'll just take a minute.

You were the only person I actually liked since I started this job. I know you didn't fully know your type (or you did and didn't want to say).

I know I pushed you away, and I'm sorry. I'm "rather odd" compared to some.

It's okay, I'll get through it. *breathes*

And incase you happen to see this one day, I will know because of this:

księżniczka   ———>  princess

You were my princess, whether you knew it or not.

😣🫶🏼♥️🙈🥺

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