I'm thinking about you and us and how it used to be and

I'm still trying to decipher that text/you in general. And I guess this isn't a eulogy

It's more of a crappy constellation of thoughts because I haven't made up my mind. All I can think about is the Shirt that I hate and the Week before homecoming, Us hand in hand and Your arms around mine, grilled cheese, Downton Abby (I still haven't watched it) the Mumford concert and M83, and mostly how I wish we lived in the same city. 

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