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End of summer

Judson_Kaique
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It was college vacation, I took my things out of the car, it was summer, so hot and hostile. I just wanted to tell you "I love you". But your friends had said you were a jerk. Love is like two birds, I came to love you, but I was an idiot to blindly love you, love was for two. Why did I keep waiting? When I saw someone else with you? It was a feeling of hope, I swore you would come back. I wore fine tailoring to meet you, but you didn't care at all. But your friends had said you were a jer

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It was college vacation, I took my things out of the car, it was summer,

so hot and hostile.

I just wanted to tell you "I love you".

But your friends had said you were a jerk.

Love is like two birds,

I came to love you, but I was an idiot to blindly love you,

love was for two.

Why did I keep waiting?

When I saw someone else with you?

It was a feeling of hope,

I swore you would come back.

I wore fine tailoring to meet you,

but you didn't care at all.

But your friends had said you were a jerk.

Love is like two birds.

And here I am, leaving, going back home.

You hit me so hard I felt stars.

You still touch me so strongly

that I still feel and see stars.

End of summer - Judson Kaique 29-07-2026

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  • Sakura1355

    Vai ter a parte 2 da história ?

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  • PaulaOkonkwo

    when you say they didn't care at all, was that the moment it changed for you, or had it always felt that way?

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  • benfromnights

    the stars part at the end, you feel hit but also still feeling. that's a particular kind of stubborn hope.

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  • theointhebackrow

    your friends called them a jerk but you were still there in fine tailoring anyway. what did they miss about it?

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  • samReads2

    did you actually go back home after that summer, or do you still live in that version of it?

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  • gwen64

    i'm not sure what's sadder, waiting or the hitting hard part at the end

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  • MelanieOdum

    yeah, the tailoring detail stuck with me. that specific care before someone who didn't look.

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  • NikhilRaman

    the way you keep repeating it, love is like two birds, that line is still echoing

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  • readsOnTheTrain

    is that summer meeting the one you were holding out for, or was there another one before that?

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