Well, that was torture.
It's not fair.
That I can't kiss you whenever I want to.
It's not fair.
As soon as you leave the car.
The price of happiness beomes very apparent.
I long for summer.
And the freedom it brings.
I long for the time when we can live together.
Always.
Hey, Kaitlyn.
I will never leave you.
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