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There were so many things I would have liked to tell you when we sat on those plush leather seats with our shoulders side by side and the heater humming beside our feet. When we walked along those narrow, narrow streets, the bottoms of our shoes making muddy imprints on the pavement - we were here once! before the rain washed them away. When we watched the countryside through our camera lenses and car windows. When the night was ending and the noise subsided and your hand fit so perfectly with mine. I didn't breathe a single a word though, and somehow it was enough.