Dear Adam,
I miss you. I miss your choclate brown hair that reminded me of coffee and creamer. I miss your lopsided smile and that lone dimple on your right cheek which made you look sixteen again. Your eyes, I miss those too. Even if they were simply dark brown, almost black.
Most of all I miss your hugs. They way they made me feel like my pieces would fit back together in one squeeze. How they comforted me when sobs wrecked my body.
I just wish you were here still, because no one can make me laugh as hard as you did. I don't think I'll ever laugh that hard again.
Love,
Bailey
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Dear Adam, (#2 in series)
Teen FictionIn which an unfixable girl writes to a dead boy. "You were a hurricane ," {Sequel to "Dear Bailey,"} WARNING: story may be a trigger
