July 21, 2011

Summer flings.

They change everything.

One week.

More like 5 days.

Falling more in like with you.

You live 4 hours away.

It wouldn't work.

I didn't try to argue.

Another year.

To be away from you.

Another year,

So many things I couldn't do.


Summer flings.

They mean nothing.

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