The tempest of my thoughts, contained in a simple page.

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Dear Small Intrigue,

I was breathing hard when I reached my next class. Your over-the-shoulder closing remarks still rang in my ears, and now I'm wondering if that was to be my last memory of you.

If so, it ended, overall, better than I expected.

I don't think you realize how big that yearbook signature was for me. I hope you appreciate it in all it's boldness.

Anyway. It's been real.

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