happy memorial day.
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he’s leaving today. packing up for a new city. a new life. we haven’t spoken in a few weeks. i’m too stubborn to let on that i’ll miss it. miss the way he’d kiss me on the top of my head and call me love. how he’d make me peanut butter and jelly at 3am with my whiskey & ginger. and how he thought it was sexy that i always carry a flask and a snickers bar in my purse. i knew from the start it wasn’t going to last. whatever it was. but I hope he finds what he’s looking for.
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Sasquatch
given enough time, i will somehow find a way to successfully isolate myself from everyone that cares for me. it’s almost a talent. or a survival trait.
