December 2011
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He’s like my best friend, and not just my boyfriend. And I miss him. I miss the times when I can’t wait to tell him how my day went. I miss the times when he’d tell me how his went too. I miss the inside jokes. I miss the hugs. I miss the comfortable silences. I miss his scent. I miss the random texts. I miss the way our hands would just hold on to each other like there’s...
me: what did one ocean say to the other ocean
friend: what
me: nothing they just waved
friend: oh
me: do you sea what i did there
friend: no
me: i'm shore you did
friend: stop
me: don't be a beach
friend: bye
