unread messages // phan.

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Our walks through London.
We'd stay out until it was dark,
then go home for dinner.
We'd go into random shops.
It ranged from fun little toy shops,
to expensive high market shops we could never afford,
to the moomins shop.
It was so lovely strolling along the paths,
strolling down London.
I'd then hold your hand,
saying that I was scared.
When in reality,
I just wanted to hold you.
To make sure that you wouldn't go anywhere.
You wouldn't leave me.
But that obviously didn't work.
Because you're gone.
I still love you though.
I love you, Phil.