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4 Years

4 years.

4 years of love and laughter and happiness;

Of tears and fights and everything in between;

Of giggling in the bus until our stomachs hurt;

Of shipping couples left and right;

Of loud singing that’s completely off-key;

Of last minute frantic studying;

Of whispered secrets and pinky promises;

Of sincere farewells and choked sobs;

Of constantly listening to music;

Of confessions and advice;

Of creating insect love stories;

Of reading and reading and reading;

Of being my most frequent chat;

Of panic attacks and coming out;

Of being soulmates.

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13 thoughts on “4 Years

  1. INSECT LOVE STORIES HELL YEAH
    (those butterflies were definitely meant to be)
    MOST FREQUENT CHAT YAAS
    (except your WhatsApp is currently dead and my boy has overtaken you FOR NOW)

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