Blake,
There are a million things I want to say to you, things I would just love to scream in your face, but there are three that repeatedly whisper in my ear. First of all, you're an ass, a goodlooking, kind, loving, and funny ass, but an ass all the same.
Do you remember that night when I was walking by our spot overlooking the creek and I tripped and fell in? I hadn't even seen you on the rocks, but all of a sudden you were running over helping me out. When I asked about it later you only said one thing.
I'll be there to catch you when you fall, always and forever.
So where are you now?
But finally, after all this, I still love you.
And I'll love you forever and always.
-Noelle
PS you're still an ass.
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Collecting Dust
Teen Fictionthese are the contents of a box she never thought she would open again. these are the feelings she thought she had under lock and key
