can't what it was to not know you, a hazy mess of stitched together memories making up all of elementary school. can't any faces but just the aching feeling of the rain, standing in the cold air of the undercover and wanting to melt into just another shower of raindrops. tiptoeing through muddy fields, i'm a professional secret keeper and my friends were in dire need of a good friend. don't if they knew the difference.
i'm sitting on the swings and you don't have to ask but we intertwine our legs and hold tight. i'm clutching my writing binder and we're laying on the couch in the lounge, sharing ideas and a story that i still think about. we're trading letters and feelings and memories and the clouds can't hide the sun that day. i pretend i never gave you the note. you pretend you didn't read it.
6 years. i loved you.
6 years. can't pretend i don't miss you.
6 years.
i miss you.
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