I'll fly far, far away...

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Remember those bushes at the backyard? Yes, those ones we never knew the name of. We always wondered what they were, right? Remember when you’d drag me there and you’d lie down on the grass? Yes, those times. You would lie down on the grass and ask me to do the same too, and of course I would. We would watch the retiring sun behind those unknown bushes. I would sneeze like crazy during those times and you’d laugh at me, and because you were laughing, I did too. There was always this thing about your laugh that no matter what I felt, when you started to laugh, I;d laugh too. Every time. Thinking about it, we were really happy back then. Remember? I hope you do, because I won’t ever forget. We were really happy. But why did everything come to an end? I’d never know. Maybe there are really things that we wouldn’t know, ever; questions that will never be answered. Like the name of those bushes, or what it was in your laugh, or what it was that made us just drift away from each other. You know, those random things. 

Remember those bushes at the backyard? Yes, those ones we never knew the name of. We always wondered what they were, right? Remember when you’d drag me there and you’d lie down on the grass? Yes, those times. You would lie down on the grass and ask me to do the same too, and of course I would. We would watch the retiring sun behind those unknown bushes. I would sneeze like crazy during those times and you’d laugh at me, and because you were laughing, I did too. There was always this thing about your laugh that no matter what I felt, when you started to laugh, I;d laugh too. Every time. Thinking about it, we were really happy back then. Remember? I hope you do, because I won’t ever forget. We were really happy. But why did everything come to an end? I’d never know. Maybe there are really things that we wouldn’t know, ever; questions that will never be answered. Like the name of those bushes, or what it was in your laugh, or what it was that made us just drift away from each other. You know, those random things.