may twenty ninth, mmxvi

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dear you,

when will the time come where someone will look at me the way I looked at you?
actually no I think that's impossible because I still believe I loved/love you more than anyone has every loved another.
I remember how we had this unspoken hope. we both looked at each other and just hoped we'd make it like our parents never did. I remember when you said you wanted to marry me someday.

- me

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