Soliloquy - a walk through twilight..
I love the taste of stale cigarettes in your kiss. We should kiss more often.
I love the silly banter about my school. We should talk more often.
I love losing miserably to you in Scrabble. We should play more often.
may be rarity is what makes these things loving
rambler: maybe maybe...
Sometimes getting nostalgic abt smthing buggs me ; why can we have them right now , all the time ? thanks for the post. These abstract ones are lovely.
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