What is it do i miss most about Ireland?
Is it the cold crisp winters?
Is it the constant pitter patter of rain hitting againts my window?
Is it the people, and their lephrechaun accents?
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No.
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What i miss most is the special time i spend with my person there.
When it was just the 2 of us against the world.
When happiness came in simple things
Easily forgettable things
Mundane every day things
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Doing laundry
Looking for parking.
Grocery shopping.
Road trips.
Simple every day things.
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who knew
we would end up where we are today.
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who knew
that i would end up longing for those simple days
when snuggling in our pajamas watching netflix
was enough to fill my heart with aeons of unbriddled happiness.
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who knew.
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