Dearest Ashton,
It has been exactly 172 days since we first met, and I speak no lie when I say my life has not been the same. I have not figured out how to tell you that you make it hard for me to breathe or even remember my own name.
Today in class you were handing out papers and when you handed me mine you said my name. Never before in my life have I liked hearing the sound of my name, but coming from your lips it had the prettiest ring to it.
You make everything seem more beautiful.
Love, Emaline.
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A Different Kind of Love // a.i
Fanfiction"Our hands touched and in that moment I felt the world around me freeze, and I thought maybe, just maybe, you felt it too."
