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i. if i had better recollection i would remember sticky summer skin against my fingertips and hipbones; your smile was never so large as when we caught fireflies and fell asleep intertwined beneath all the stars of the milky way sky ii. there were times in autumn that you took my hands and shared your gloves before sharing a kiss; we stumbled through fallen leaves and all the things we could not say with lingering gazes and smiles over backyard bonfires iii. i lost the winter moments when you stole my breath in visible gasps and pressed your lips against mine so they would not chap; we were snow angels writing on the ground but

You're not just a number in my phone book.