I miss meeting you at the door, you giving me kisses and hugs.
I miss our movie marathons, and late night moment's of sharing passion words, kisses and touches.
I want the I love yours and cooking fights back, not the screaming and yelling
I don't want the fighting and tears.
Where did it all go wrong?
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2012 Phan
Fanfiction2009 Phan Sequel, sorry but super sad as fuck. Also, these are their drafts