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Moments

Certain moments have their way of sticking around

Like the first time you said I love you to me

We were breaking up

And the time with the camera we had in bed

I love you too, I said it at the Christmas party

Way too premature

That night you couldn’t stop teasing me

You even told the taxi cab driver

We will meet, where we met, the first time ever

In a chain of events that will stick out forever