| April 9, 2016 | 8:28 pм |
ι'м ѕorry ғor all тнe тeхтѕ.
They're мy only way oғ copιng wιтн тнe loѕѕ oғ yoυ.
ι ĸnow тнaт yoυ don'т care anyмore вυт ι do.
and ι can'т нelp тнaт.
ѕo ι тeхт yoυ вecaυѕe jυѕт тнe тнoυgнт тнaт ι can ѕтιll geт тo yoυ, мaĸeѕ мe ғeel a lιттle вeттer even ιғ yoυ don'т ever тeхт мe вacĸ.
YOU ARE READING
↠leттerѕ ι never ѕenт↞
Poesía| 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...
