Remember those days when i lived on your couch and nothing else in the world seemed to matter except to keep the good times rollin? And we just soaked it all in as it came.
Here's to all our nights that we stayed up all night and talked till 6 in the morning house sitting. The times that we cried while we told the stories of the past in california, and the times that we laughed till we cried on the way to freedom. I love you cause your the only woman that will wrassle with me on the front lawn.
honey,
i miss you.
come back to me.
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