ONE bloody piece of paper. ONE.
3 years of sweat, blood, tears, memories, stress, wrinkles, pimples, cold, laughter, friends, love, fun, tango, YHO, arguments, disagreements, running, tennis, basketball, cultural nights, apprehension, coffee, sleepiness, work, dorm living, apartment hunting, confusion, loneliness, trepidation, anxiety, food, money spending, seasons changing, beer investigating, fountain walking, arb living, star gazing, milonga madness, winter cold, library boredom, drives under a full moon, cuddles, kisses, frostbite, coffee, sweetwaters, fear.
Oh boy.
Thank you for the irreplaceable memories Michigan.
It scares me sometimes when I look forward and all I see is this black hole. sigh. When I want to scream for you, but you're not there.
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