� As is � 2003-02-10 � 10:29 p.m. �
The smallest things make me miss you...
Sometimes I wish you would come to my window and crawl through.... curl up with me and say nothing, the way you always do.
And knowing those days are over kills a piece of me.... changes me...
Perhaps you are the only one who will ever truly love me as is.
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