The day of leaving
Him (this morning):
"The power of your love evry day causes me constant pain."
Me (in reply):
"You're a brat-and-a-half."
Goodbye Mykle.
See you next year (2007!!!!!), when I am living in a different house in a different city, when I am 27 and you are 25, when I will still love you and you will still love me.




3 Comments:
He may be gone physically, but I can listen to him say "Aye, captain. Firing photon torpedoes" any day I so desire. Neener neener.
I want to say something positive like, there's more time for you now! It's your loner artist phase II (this time it's personal)--but I also know that long distance sucks. So I'll just say, SCREW LONG DISTANCE! Come to new york and have your own adventure!
xoxoxox
Summer
you can always, always CALL ME!
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