somewhere between here and ohio
i miss us.
i miss the way our bodies filled a whole room, and our laughter stretched far beyond.
i miss the road trips. sleeping under the stars. inside jokes. midnight hikes. sharing blankets. streetcars. card games.
and i miss it, but i i don't know that i want it back.
they are memories, and beautiful because in their uniqueness they cannot be duplicated.
and i remember that last summer i left you all, and realized i was changing. growing past things. growing past you.
just know that i loved each of you in your youth, and love you still.
1:05 p.m. - 2003-02-12
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