Grievances and all the things I shall miss;
.the feel of your arms wrapping around my waist
.watching the light filter between the leaves with your head on my lap
.butterfly kisses
.your face lighting up when you find me amongst the crowd
.the way my voice sounds melted with your's (we never did get to do that duet)
.sparks that run down my spine whenever your skin touches mine
.you smiling at me when I say weird things
These are my souvenirs.
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