Beating a dead horse.

The ideal thing would be, if he got really drunk and called me, at a time when I also happened to be really drunk, and told me how much he’s still in love with me, and I would tell him the same thing, and neither of us would REALLY mean it, but we’d still feel good that the other one had said it.

 

Yep.

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~ by kiranapoleon on September 9, 2011.

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