a fleet of ships.
cause even though the flower fades, something takes its place. a marching band on a sunny day, two pretty eyes or a pretty face. and in the forest i make my home, lay down my heart on an ancient stone. and if my heart should somehow stop, i’ll hang on to the hope that you’re not too late, that you’re not too late. and there are times i know when i will have to chase you, and the further from my side you go, the longing grows. and i will hate it, i still want you, cause i will hate it, but i still want you around.

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a fleet of ships.
cause even though the flower fades, something takes its place. a marching band on a sunny day, two pretty eyes or a pretty face. and in the forest i make my home, lay down my heart on an ancient stone. and if my heart should somehow stop, i’ll hang on to the hope that you’re not too late, that you’re not too late. and there are times i know when i will have to chase you, and the further from my side you go, the longing grows. and i will hate it, i still want you, cause i will hate it, but i still want you around.

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Aug. 13th, 2015


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text sent approximately a week after the last log.


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to: rose
from: micah

[1/2] Hi, sorry ^^ I meant to text you earlier but [...] things got a little busy
[2/2] [...] We should catch up. I want to hear about California.

Oct. 17th, 2014


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it feels so scary getting old


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who: micah and rose
what: things change.
when: spring semester.
where: hgsl campus, somewhere outside.

Eight months since Rose had laid eyes on HGSL, and still, it felt immediately familiar. )