Miles’ clothes are folded neatly,

mine aren’t.

Miles’ room isn’t messy,

mine is.

Miles’ car is new and improved,

mine has a license plate that still drags against the tailgate of my truck.

Miles’ front seats are designated for nights with girls and fancy drive in movies,

mine are made to drive me to and from places as I wish Miles and I were alike.

Miles and I have many differences.

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as i write this, i think about you in ways i would cry for days about. til my eyes bone dry.

we met, years ago, “ met “ if you will. ( we knew of each others existence, but never really talked. ) . now you’ve become my one and only, the person i feel my heart pitter patter and pound around, the person i have truly found love with. it’s been 54 days since our break up, i’m not trying to count b...