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And I miss you.
Remember that one night, where it all started out with us grabbing pizza... and somehow we ended up at the beach. My beach, the one I took you to and made you promise not to tell anyone else about it. But you had to go ahead and tell me that you used to go there all the time. That made me jealous. It made me jealous cause I wanted to be your first. I wanted to teach you things. And I wanted you to teach me things.

Sooner or later.

This is real. You're real.

We laid in the sand. You were taking pictures of the night... I remember when the moment you grabbed my hand and I pulled away. You asked me about that: why I always pull away when I'm touched. But even after I pull away, you still don't do anything. Maybe I'm expecting too much and that's breaking my heart. I like to think that I'm building up a wall for the purpose of waiting for you to break it down. I'm still waiting.

We were talking about cliches - how cliche it was for us to be there at the beach. I don't care how cliche it was or is. But you still give me chills when you say "us" or "we" or any combination of words that unite you and me together.

I don't know about later but I do now that now, at this moment, I want you.
09.18.2006.monday