Summer

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These few months were a hassle. We went on tour to a few places, including the states. When we went to San Francisco I hoped to see you there, that's why I even begged to have a show there. I hoped to see you there, but you didn't come to the fan sign. I even texted you, but you didn't answer. I looked for your face in the crowd, nothing.

I stayed at square one. Until you called me, I answered. I didn't even know what you said, but I agreed to it. You laughed, I don't know if that was good, but I assumed it was. "Well I miss you," you said, "I'll see you soon," you giggled.

You seemed happy with me. The only thing I want for you is to be happy, that makes me happy. I didn't even care if you slept with someone.

This summer was slow, but my heart was beating fast, just to see your hair and feel it. To get lost in your eyes.

To see you once more.

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