| April 1, 2016 | 4:11 ρм |
ѕнe ѕaιd we woυldn'т laѕт.
ι jυѕт laυgнed.
ι тнoυgнт wнaт we нad waѕ real.
wнo aм ι ĸιddιng ιтѕ only вeen тwo weeĸѕ.
ι love you.
вυт wнen you ѕay you love me мore,
I don'т вelιeve you.
ι'м ѕo υѕed тo вeιng нυrт.
All ι ѕeeм тo do ιѕ eхpecт тнe worѕт.
ιтѕ lιĸe wнen ι'м нappy wιтн ѕoмeone, ιт alwayѕ ѕeeмѕ тo coмe craѕнιng down on мe.
нow can ι eхpecт тo ғιnd love wнen ι only geт нυrт ιn тнe end?
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Poésie| ѕтarтed: aprιl 1, 2016 | Book One | Nate, Nothing can really compare to those days we shared. The way your eyes met mine and the way I fell. Slow yet quickly. It was slow as I hadn't noticed I was falling for awhile... But when I did notice everyt...
