Monday, August 29, 2011

I don't miss you.

The smell of summer reminds me of you. And all the times you promised to take me to the beach. Of all the nights spent in your bed. Those afternoons in the park watching the clouds. And that time of year has rolled around again, and I can't ignore it. That's just me. All this time I thought you needed me. But it was me who needed you.

S.

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