It's 1 am and I'm sitting here.
Our msn-convo box is still open. I want to keep these little notes forever, I've missed this side of you, but your mom doesn't like me. So now what?
I treasure you, alot. Still remember those nights we were on the phone talking about our futures. We were young, still are young, just makes me wonder how long this will last.
Lips of an angel.
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