* We used to drive down a million miles in the middle of the night. Just me, you and our stories. I used to watch fast cars as they zoom past us--tears morph them into blurry watercolors. And then you'll hug me. The martian connection.
*We used to lay down on the grass to watch the stars above us. Feel the cool breeze after a tapsilog dinner. And play with shadows and funny faces.
*We used to laugh and hang around reading between the lines and nudge one another for a coffee chill. And then our different stories pour.
*We used to walk down in a hundred miles looking for a place to sit down for a good talk. We walk in circles until we find ourselves back on our front doors with a lighter heart. It was the walk.
I miss you.
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