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𝕷ove is a funny thing, isn't it? For these small town students, senior year is steadily approaching, the last year before adulthood. What better time to get out all your suppressed teen feelings? Apparently, fate agrees. When lo...
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TO ALL OF THE BOYS I'VE LOVED BEFORE. best read on light mode, start date: 29.06.24 an original TATBILB inspired applyfic. credits to lu for the GIFs <3
THE TRAILER. ❛love is scary: it changes; it can go away.❜
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THE PLOT. ❛you gonna break my heart, covey?❜
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A LOVE LETTER IS HARMLESS ENOUGH. Right? As long as it's never sent out, there's no harm in writing down your feelings. Matter of fact, it might do you some good. Anyone who's suffered a broken heart knows that in the moment, little else feels worse, so being able to vent on a piece of paper, to let your words be carried by the ink—that's a good thing. A good thing. A good thing until the letters are sent out.
The small town known as Rosewood Glen, or Rosewood for short, situated in the state of Virginia, is known for two things: being a large exporter of roses, and for its noteworthy highschool, recognised by surrounding towns. What gives the town part of its fame is the aptitude of its young folk, who happen to excel at sports and the arts on a regional and even state level, with a few of its alumni making it big nationally. The town is a hidden sanctuary, not yet flooded by tourism, with a prominent 'retro' atmosphere, from its diners, drive-in theatres and thrift shops to the fact that everyone knows one another and a milkman still comes by houses.
