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i like looking at pictures of you from before i knew you.
do you remember that april night? on the little sidestreets between 4th and 5th ave, most of the little houses were dark or had their shades drawn, but i stopped and peered in the wide bright windows of the few and far between.
i said, "nothing pleases me as much as imagining people before i met them."
in my car, in the colder months, we listened to that song over and over: i cherish, with fondness, the day (before) i met you.
to my right, on the sidewalk, you half-laughed. said: "i was happier then."
i like seeing those pictures because they show me you weren't lying.
i just wish i didn't make you so goddamned sad.
do you remember that april night? on the little sidestreets between 4th and 5th ave, most of the little houses were dark or had their shades drawn, but i stopped and peered in the wide bright windows of the few and far between.
i said, "nothing pleases me as much as imagining people before i met them."
in my car, in the colder months, we listened to that song over and over: i cherish, with fondness, the day (before) i met you.
to my right, on the sidewalk, you half-laughed. said: "i was happier then."
i like seeing those pictures because they show me you weren't lying.
i just wish i didn't make you so goddamned sad.