you told me.
Every single night I told you bits and pieces of mine. We haven't talked in months, and I have no idea where you are.
I decided that this summer I'm going to get on a plane and find you.
I'm going to take myself to your last known location and I will knock on doors until someone tells me where you're at.
Even though I haven't seen you in years, yours is a funeral I'd fly to from anywhere. You said that to me every time we said goodbye, and I promise that I will stay true to that, I know you will too.
This is just a small break in contact. I'll see you soon.
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