unread messages // phan.

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I miss our breakfasts together, Phil.
Attack On Titan.
Totoro.
The other animes.
I miss opening the cupboard to find no cereal,
because you had eaten it.
I miss you chattering on about last night's dreams.
I miss not telling you mine,
purely because I was scared of you judging me.
Judging me for dreaming of the perfect blue eyed boy.
The blue eyed boy I'll never see again.
I love you.