dear stella,
nothing's the same without you.
i miss holding your hand as we walked down the street,
i miss waking up at four am with your lips against mine,
i miss arguing with you over a packet of sour patch kids because you just had to have them,
i miss slow dancing with you to rock music at three am,
i miss your constant smell of smoke but the minty taste of your lips,
but most of all,
i miss telling you that i love you.
love,
luke
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in the end :: lrh
Hayran Kurgu"because in the end I know that you aren't coming back, but goddamn that doesn't stop me from hoping" //lowercase intended\\ //regular updates every monday\\
