But then this happens, and I don't necessarily know where to put you. What box do you belong in. Other than remembering him. When i would much rather reset the clock. I'm trying to put you in a him shaped box. Sorry, not sorry.
Sometimes I get the feeling that he thinks he is better than me. Me before him would have believed it every time. Me after him finds it incredibly annoying. Irony, no?
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