dear dylan,
remember our first kiss?
we were sitting on my roof, my favorite place e v e r.
well used to be.
we were watching the sun set, my head lying on your hard, comfortable chest.
you were playing with my hair, i loved the feeling you gave me.
i loved being with you.
loved.
i brought my head up to look you in your beautiful eyes.
you smiled at me.
i smiled back.
you leant in.
i leant in.
and we had the most wonderful kiss i've ever had.
and my first.
e v e r.
my stomach burst into butterflies, but i loved it.
your lips on mine left me with a tingling feeling.
when you pulled away, you smiled.
and we watched the sunset.
i always look back on that memory and smile.
that was my favorite memory ever.
but then i remember what you did to me.
and i never went to that balcony again.
e v e r.
always yours,
flora jones

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letters for him
Puisishe wanted to tell him everything, but she couldn't muster up the courage to. so she wrote letters to him instead.