She's considerably younger, white with brown hair and green or blue eyes, as best i recall. Shorter than tall. She's leaving, there's a rift, I confess my love, she reciprocates. BUT there's a problem. Probably problems. For one, I'm "grumpy," per her, and I know not to argue 'cause she's got some right on her side. Dreams ends at goodbyes, after "give it time, we'll check in later." She's going to Texas. My sense of need to get my shit together if I want to be with her.
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