memories…

This past summer I lived with the boy of my dreams, and it was excellent. He left, and now I live with my brother, but sometimes I find things that remind me of him… I.E. the fact that all of my socks are still balled up in mismatched pairs from when we were doing laundry. ^_^  I remember laughing that he was trying to put all my socks into the most obnoxious colour parings….. I don’t wear matching socks anymore just becuase of that day. 

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