You are MSR. It was my password. My secret romance. The ring of it in my ear kept me smiling.
That secret is gone now.
Our secret language has been broken. Noodles. I even made a mixed cd with the noodles on the cover to show you how I felt for you for christmas last year. Noodles were mine. Other folks could call them magic circles or something else, but to me they were noodles and when you asked me what I was doing to you, that is what I said...noodling.
You have broken that secret MSR.
Where is the language that we shared? It is piled in a heap that you tossed away.
You meant the world to me and it's gone.
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