Back when i used to stay at your house.
Back when we made forts and pancakes.
Back when we would tangle ourselves up in each other.
Back when you'd tap on my bedroom window to rescue me
and i'd jump out my window at half past one in the morning
just to talk in safety.
Back when McDonalds accused us of putting Jif all over their bathroom walls.
Back when you were here.
All of these are moments when i've felt satisfied with my life.
All these moments contain you.
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