At some point today, if I can muster the energy, I'll climb through the boxes in my garage to find the one marked "X's" so I can finally find the pictures of my ex who looks so much like ubu that it startles me. Every time he posts photos of himself, I have to look twice and shake the nostalgia cobwebs out of my head. Kinda strange to keep seeing the younger, smarter version of someone I used to love so much.
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Re: When in Rome Reminiscing on Past Love,
perfectly perfect.