I only came to reminisce. And I brought someone new along. You're still being used to the greatest of my imagination. You still hold a charming barren look. I like that about you. I like that you've only changed because you were forced to. I like that I can still visit my childhood through your eyes.
I'm not sure how my companion feels about you. (I think she likes you.) But you're still my fondest friend.
When I think about you, I think of a melody. You've always been good at harmonizing. And I'm not sure if that's a contradiction or not, but I mean it.
And you know what?
I don't care that I've had to share you. Usually I'm possessive and obsessive, but there's an unspoken kinship between those that have owned you.
And your presence--for years--has made us feel on top of the world.
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