dear dylan,
the moment i saw you, i was in love.
and not some puppy love, but real love.
ok so maybe that was a lie, the moment i saw you, i wasn't in love, i just loved the way you looked.
and yes, i know thats shallow of me, but i didn't know you yet, so i couldn't be in love with you.
i was just in love with your hair. your oh so beautiful fluffy, light brown hair.
and your eyes, goddammit your eyes. your fucking gorgeous green eyes with specks of gold in them you would only see if you were happy.
and your skin, your sexy tan skin.
and your face, your whole entire goddamn beautiful fucking face.
but now?
now, sadly i still love you.
i wish i could stop, i really do.
but even after you left me, i cant stop loving you.
always yours,
flora jonesa/n; i hope you enjoy my new story!! its unoriginal i know, but i hope you like it! lowercase letters are intended.
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letters for him
Poetryshe wanted to tell him everything, but she couldn't muster up the courage to. so she wrote letters to him instead.