A stranger who knows all my secrets changed in the blink of an eye
To a soulmate who remains a thought that never seems to leave my mind
The way his hair curled reminds me of my stomach when I try
For a way to understand how there is such thing as right person wrong time
Sitting on the roof till 4 am holding me tight
Something that the golden haired boy left when we said goodbye for the last time
The milky white clouds and floating white feathers;
A heart-rending moment of something that I will always remember
A golden haired boy and a pillow fight way back in September.
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