I Wrote This For You.

Know someone as much as you can. Hold onto the moments that define them. Then when their body leaves, they won’t.

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You could get on my motorbike and we could drive to a lake. We could talk about what it means to be you, what it means to be me, what it means to love and what it means to be us. And in 20 years' time, we could look back on this day and know that we meant what we said.

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You remember and dwell on all the things you've lost and ignore all the things you haven't. Because your scars are like stars. Yet the night stays perfectly black.

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Prose from an old favorite, I Wrote This For You, that I was all too happy to rediscover recently, thanks to my friend V.