Every time I smell fresh strawberries it reminds me of smelling your hair
Each time my hands touch something smooth it reminds me of your skin.
Each time I hear the wind whispering I think of you whispering to me in our bed
Each time I see someone tall and slender it reminds me of you
Every time I see a picture in a magazine of two male lovers it reminds me of you
In short a lot has reminded me of you lately, maybe I want you back
We should sit down and talk. We owe each other that much.
-MAC-
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