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.coffee.

dear diary,

you're supposed to keep secrets.

now i have destroyed your purpose of existing by sending pages of you to everyone in school.

but i'm still writing in you, because i wanted that purpose to be destroyed by someone else.

i wanted the world to know.

we met in that coffee shop downtown.

pretty crap, that shop was.

but he lit up the place with his hypnotizing eyes.

he even lit up my heart.

he loves it lukewarm, i love burns on my tongue.

he likes milk and i like black.

he likes beanies and i like fedoras.

he likes me and i don't like him.

a few more coffees and a few more rainy days; he loves me and i love him.

i smiled.

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