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Sunshine & Stars
the who.

Geraldine

♥

Stars, balloons, bubbles
I'm who I'll always be.

look back,

April 2010
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August 2010

thank you.

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Thursday, April 29, 2010

I wonder, if I've ever made you smile the way she makes me smile.

I hate the way I look out for you everytime I see people in your uniform.
I miss talking to you :( alot. alot alot alot.

I remember airport icecream date @ 3am in the morning, after one of the rounds,
I remember talking at your house till 2am in the morning, the day before coals 2008.
I miss catching your eye during a debate on the floor, and watching you nod,
or leaning over and fretting seconds before going on the floor.

I miss watching your eyes glitter with barely contained excitement before a round.
& I miss hearing you speak the most.
facebook asked me if I would recognize your voice if you called. and I skipped the question. the truth is, I know it too well to not recognize it.

I'm leaving debate soon, too. and I fufiled my promise to you and them, the promise I made in sec1.

stronger than I've ever been now, never been afraid of standing out
but do I make you proud?


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