Why do I text

Why do I text
Why do I text you? It's my choice. It's my way of saying I remember you. Why do I remember you? It's my choice. It proves that I care. Why do I care? I don't know, it's not my choice but my heart's.
  

Jan, 18 2012     198 chars (2 sms)     1182 views       Love

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