Me Likey.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
"On the phone a year later, he asked her if she missed him. Her reply was "I don’t miss you. I miss the guy who called me every second he could, who sat at home on Saturday nights when we couldn’t be together thinking of me. the guy who knew how to say sorry, the guy who came to my house after every fight, the guy who told me I looked like a rose, that’s the guy I miss, well how could I miss you? I don’t even know you.
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