It was his writing. The sound, the smirk, the laugh. The perfect relationship would have been to never have met. He wasn't near as cute as he thought he was, but cute is not the last man on earth.
He was an admitted liar but those were just stories he'd say. Just to see how far he could take me.
Sometimes I'm glad he's gone because he always wanted to be legendary.
Now he seems even more that way.
Today I am grateful for legendary characters in stories told over a picnic table.
The secret of a legend is on the playlist.
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