Wednesday, April 7, 2010



It is on these cool breezy nights just like this one that I believe you exist. I know it is you that touches the skin to my cheeks. I know it is you that blows against the strands of my hair. I know it is you that makes me feel young, free, and alive. Please come visit me tomorrow evening once again. Because I know it is you.

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