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August has suddenly become my favorite month.

For the longest time, August was just a fleeting moment—‘August slipped away into a moment in time, ’cause it was never mine.’ But this year, I want to rewrite those lyrics. I don’t want August to slip away; I want it to last. I want us to stay by each other’s side, laughing, loving, and kissing forever.

I can’t tell our full story just yet, but I can’t wait until I can. He makes me feel things I never knew I was capable of feeling. I may be medicated, but I’m also in love. And nothing can take this feeling away.

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