The way we held hands
When we sat and watched pointless movies
Hours spent talking on the phone
And those spent listening to each others breath through the ear piece
Numerous nights waiting for light to come so I could call you
Or waiting for you to get online
Nor will I ever regret anything more then not trusting you, and not kissing you more while I had the chance.
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