The Writer Who Loved You

I was a sentence in your life while you could have filled a full book in mine.

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Summer doesn’t mean a thing without you.

Or that’s how I felt, anyway, after those weeks in July when I fell in love with you.

You were the one who inspired the words to rise up out of my throat, and I had no choice but to let the flow turn…