She left.
And I missed her the second I saw her
walking away in my rear view mirror.

She taught me to love.
She taught me to kiss.
She taught me to smoke.

She saved my life.

And I miss her,
for the simple things.

For taking late night car rides so we could sing at the top of our lungs.
For always being willing to smoke a peach swisher sweet with me.

I miss you,

Kaitlin.

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But I won't regret, cause you can grow flowers form where dirt used to be.