"thanks for sharing a latte with me"
even if you are sick
it seems like we have only a little amount of time together left
so maybe i won't worry about getting sick
or get mad over stupid bull shit
or start petty baby whiny fights
there's like a hundred million things i want to say before the end
but the end keeps coming faster and faster and i don't know when to do it
or what what what exactly to say
i know i can't sing it to you
i already got kicked off of 'american idol' once this week
i will miss you with the fire of a thousand misses
hope you have a safe trip to where you are going
and when we come back we will make the best of the couples of weeks we have left
and then fuck what is six seven eight months anyway?
nothing we can't survive
i love YOU
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