As I sat on the deck that August 20th knowing I'd never speak to you again and wishing fate would change its find

As I sat on the deck that August 20th knowing I'd never speak to you again and wishing fate would change its find

I wanne Talk to yOu right know. Every second. Cant believe that i cant Do that for the Rest of my life. Miss you so.

I miss our long, meandering talks. Miss you, sweet love.

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