27 March 2007

Last night while we held hands and took in the sweet air the cherry blossoms have been whisking through the city the past few days, I forgot to tell you that the air doesn't quite smell the same when your not around. And when we were done swapping secrets and wiping each others eyes we skipped down the streets singing, which we both knew was the most perfect thing to do, and the best thing about that is that neither of us had to let each other know to start or to finish. And just knowing that you know my ways without me telling you makes this world a much easier place to live in.


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