It was the little things about you. The little things we used to do. They're gone now. Everything we do now, it feels forced. I want to tell you that I love you. I just can't seem to let the world slip out of my mouth. I want you to know. I really do. Even… Continue reading Drunken thoughts.
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The letter
It wasn’t always like this. Back in the day, I knew where I was going—I had a plan, had it all figured out. I knew what school I’d go to, what my dreams were and who I was going to be. But that was back in the day before I met you. Now I’m not… Continue reading The letter
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