you came back for me for three weeks.
i had you to myself for three weeks. i let myself get carried away, dreamed about what i had and if i could keep it. i got a tattoo. i don’t regret it. it reminds me of what i had, never again.
three weeks out of the 100 years i could possibly live.
it was like drinking the most beautiful water after being parched my whole life.
it was the best three weeks i will ever live.
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