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  • Dear Asshole,

    I remember that summer night, when it was you and me walking to the top of the world. After our climb to the stars, I remember having this intense sensation of breathlessness. I’m not sure if it was you staring at me, or the adrenaline, or even the massive hill we just walked up that made me feel that. I remember trying to hold back my gasps for air, just trying to be strong.

    As the small space consumes us, we sit there looking at the stars, just in amazement. Then you smile at me, then just come out and say that you're my superman. I smile and blush.
    The fact that you said it made me want oh so badly to believe it. And that just led me to the let down.

    Do you still think about that night? Do you think about us? Just thinking about your answer infuses me with rage, But I miss idiot superman.

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