Basically it's almost 5 a.m here, I don't have more wine, and I'm missing him like FUCK because I'm having flashbacks-
Dahaaawww . . . How can you be so adorable?
GOD DAMMIT!
I don't know, I miss him.
like . . . a lot much more that I could imagine.
I don't know what else can I do.
Just smoke.
Yup, smoke.
♪ Every time I think of you
I always catch my breath
And I'm still standing here
And you're miles away
And I'm wondering why you left ♫
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