Saturday, April 9, 2011

There are too many goodbyes.

I wish we had more time. I wish we'd met a thousand years ago. But sometimes I wish we hadn't met at all.

What I'm trying to say is, I'm glad to have known you, but I hate that I have to let you go. There are too many goodbyes.

What I'm trying to say is, I'm going to miss you.

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