dear james,do you ever get the weird feeling that everyone is fake and you're the only person on earth? i get that but in my head it's just us two. wanting you was enough for me and i think i wasn't enough for you.
back i lived for the hope of it all. i'd drop anything and everything just incase you'll call, to tell me to meet at "our place" aka behind the mall.
we should do that again, our hang outs, forgetting about everyone else in the world.
please call or even write me back james.love, izzie ꨄ.
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Short Storyback when i was living for the hope of it all for the hope of it all. #- 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 ༄ izzie lynch writes letters to her summer love