Our Past
Memories of you sit in the back of my mind like a half-blown dandelion
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The nights we’d drive until the land becomes unfamiliar and the world melts into stars around us
The days we’d spend talking about everything and nothing in the back of a Italian restaurant
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You used to push the plates out of the way to reach for my hands while we wait for dinner
You used to kiss my forehead when I cried during stupid movies
You used to sing perfectly off key with me to our favorite songs
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You used to do all of these things
You used to love me
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