About a month and a half went by,
and by that time,
I had realized that my hair had grown to my shoulders.
Would Frank still love me
If my hair changed?
I'm stupid for thinking of him.
I have Bert now.
A man I don't love
yet so desperately yearn to teach love to.
He's more broken than I am.
though sometimes,
I peek at my phone
wishing
praying
that Frank would contact me.
of course,
there's nothing.
stupid.
Frank doesn't love you anymore.
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Sanity (Frerard)
Fanfiction"And what I felt was more than thumping. I felt his love for me. and I think he loves me with his soul too." .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*. •Warning: Triggers • Drug Use • Soft Sexual Content • .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.
