love letters
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It’s nearing 1AM and we’re still giggling like little kids. We’ve been talking and laughing since we got in bed at nine. With our fingers entangled, our hope for decent sleep is out the window but these are our favorite nights. It’s on nights like this that we slip back in love and I remember…
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My memories of you with my friends are tinted red. Wait- green? No, red. I think of sitting next to my friend on her bed when your name came up on her caller ID- “We’re just friends!” I think of my mom and aunt in their painting clothes, windows open wide for the world to hear me…
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