Aesthetic

JOHN LA FARGE: WILD ROSES AND IRISES

Call Log

Lydia 0:07 3:23p.m.

Lydia 0:08 3:14p.m.

Lydia 0:10 3:06p.m.

Lydia 0:13 2:51p.m.

Lydia 0:07 2:40p.m.

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"Hello, hello baby, you called I can't hear a thing.

I've got no service in the club you see see.

Haha, just kidding!

It's Lydia, leave a message. Bye!"

I never want you to say bye.

I'm sure you guessed it's me.

I hope my caller-id is not some name like asshole.

Although I can't blame you,

but Lydia you don't know what happened.

I didn't kiss back because

you were always in my mind.

I wanted you, only you.

Remember when I was studying Homer's painting?

Of course you do, because I know you feel it too.

I want to explain in person, it's easier.

Plus, I'd know if you actually hear it or not.

Do you want to know where I am?

Your thinking spot.

On the plaque bench

next to those blue flowers you adore.

They are almost wilting because

December is arriving soon.

However, I actually think

its because you aren't here.

You're all I dream about,

please call me soon.

If you don't want to be with me anymore,

then I'll leave you alone.

In one condition though,

you tell me in person.

I will never stop loving you Lydia.