deedee

You know what?

I love missing you.

I love coming home and feeling lonely because you're not here. And that's because knowing that you'll be back soon makes me happy. Missing you means needing you.



But not in a possessive way. Not something felt before, it's new. And it's fresh, clean, relaxed.

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Back from a weird party where fluo tetris pieces were displayed on the walls. Who invited us? The guys who made the moving out of a friend.

Eating the *probably better* hamburguer in Barcelona. Couldn't finish it before. My stomach was already full of beer and popcorn.

The nights in summer make me wanna be a bat. Sleeping during the day, and living in the night. All backwards. Fresh air makes our minds uncompressed. There is no way to think during the day.

September, I want you back.

Couldn't it be september all year?

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Dalila came here last week. Just to make sure that we don't miss each other, I'll be traveling to her this friday.
She came for vacation. We brought her to a chinese-karaoke restaurant. We ate, sang, drank, and sang. Went to the beach together. Still trying to keep my 11-0602 TPX on my skin. It keeps getting harder

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MUAH!!