I remember the door,
the door to all our dreams,
we'd mark our height every night,
plan out our future 'husbands'
Plan out our whole lives.
I remember that room.
We would sit up all night,
listening to music,
talking about everything and anything under the sun.
I remember that place.
Where it was like our own little world.
Our retreat away from everyone.
We could be ourselves for the first time in a long time.
We spent so many days there.
So many nights.
We've grown apart so.
We aren't so tight anymore.
I just want you to know.
I'll always hold the memories of that room.
I will always remember that door.
You will always be the one I shared those nights with.
You will always be my my elephant.
You will always be my best friend.
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I REALLY miss that door and everything we did in my room. Some super spectacular memories we had there.
Thanks my Zebra, I luffs yooouuu!!
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A [Pirate] without a [Sky].
I was just trying to write a fanfic. and BAM I started thinking about doors.
and was thinking about the door, and started writing this, then I remembered one of your surveys when you said you were all your best friends like 2nd best friend..
I want you to know that you and samm mean the entire fucking world to me.
You are both equal in my heart.
I'm alive because of you. I would've offed myself forever ago if it wasn't for you. but right now she's the one whose helping.
So, if you even it, you two are dead even.
At my wedding.
I'm totally having two maid of honors at my wedding.
:]
The only perosn your 2nd best to is my mom.
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me: i'll talk to you later old woman <3
=Syntropy Night night, you entirely legal sex machine, you <3
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