It had all the makings of a perfect day: ocean breeze, windows rolled down with the stereo blasting, and toes in the warm ocean tide. As I walked along the shores edge, talking to you on my phone, I wanted to try and crawl inside it's tiny plastic to be near you. I would do ANYTHING to be near you right now. It had all the makings of a perfect day, but my perfect day was imperfect 2,300 miles away from where I truly am ALL the time-with you.
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