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I dig my toes into the sand
The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds strewn across a blue blanket
I lean against the wind
Pretend that I am weightless
And in this moment I am happy...happy
I wish you were here
fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. textmessages and voicemails are horrible things. especially when they're from someone who makes your day a million times better. they're horrible because the messages are just that- messages. they aren't kisses. or hugs. they're messages. a transmission of words. i hate waking up to the most amazing of messages, only to remind myself that they aren't anything. they're still just messages. messages won't get me anywhere and messages won't bring him here. I suppose they're nice, and cute, but they aren't enough.