I kissed you under the Davie Poplar.

I kissed you on the bench.

I don't believe in superstition.

I don't believe in legends.

I don't beiieve that if you kiss someone on that bench you marry them.

But I knew that legend.

And I kissed you anyway.

This small gesture was so much for me.

This admission to no one but myself that for the first time in my life, I could see myself spending the rest of my life with another person. With you. Not that I wanted to. But for the first time in my life, I could understand why people would want to.

I'm afraid I'll never feel it again.

We're apart.

Probably for good, seeing you're in army school. and I'm here.

I want you back.

It's so hard for me to admit how fucking unhappy I am without you.

I thought it would get easier. It gets harder every day.

every single day.

I've seen you one time since we broke up five months ago.

I'm going to the Duke-Army game with you next month.

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