you would have come over, and we probably would have sat on the bed and talked for a few hours. then maybe left to go to starbucks and catch a film. we did things like that. walked around the mall, drove up the canyon. i would have sat next to you while you took your pictures. and then the night would come and find us probably at mckays or maybe talls. playing wii or call of duty. then we go to bed and plan our escape of this world.
you beat me to the punch that's for sure.
and today i miss you a lot.

instead of seeing you, shilo came in and laid with me. we talked for hours about boys and made breakfast. not that it wasnt fun, but i find myself looking out the window again, wanting to travel back in time two months ago. to the same sky, same feeling, same eyes to see, and same heart beat, but still different.
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