(when things are sad. and people leave. you blog. and maybe you will feel better.)
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some fond memories...
chocolate cake shooters at news cafe.
frantic room mates.
crazy early morning market days.
your cold rooms.
obsessive jealousy.
days filled with staying in pjays, kfc and videogames.
strange nights when you came over,
completely wasted, wanting to sleep in my tiny bed.
strange nights when went home together,
drinking and dancing. keeping everyone awake.
strange weekends in naboomspruit.
me crying on the floor. you trying to make it better.
good advice sometimes misinterpreted.
you crying in a bar. me leaving.
post breakup tequila at java.
boring weeks on the farm. over new years
your endless parade of girlfriends.
me trying to not like you.
trying to ignore you each morning as you walked up the stairs.
post post breakup squared out silliness.
becoming good friends. just before you leave.
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