Memories of your hand clasped tightly against mine.
Laughter.
Tight embraces.
Walking.
I love you's.
Food. Lots of food.
Scott Pilgrim. PS3.
Late night visits.
Arguments solved with ice cream.
Heads on shoulders.
Messages.
Breakfast.
All of these memories are becoming a blur. I try to find tangible proof that it did happen, that I wasn't dreaming about everything. What if?
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