i miss when you say my name like that......like that......

"dee..."u said it again and again....

or the way you eyes stare at me, far away or even so close that i can feel your soul looking at mine...

your washed denim, with a small hole near the knee

and when we sit beside each other i always poke my finger there, playing around and touched your skin...

even your old torn sandals, the color was brown and it's so cute to me when you slowly bend down and slip it on into your feet...



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