Dear you,
Here we go again. Me trying to approach you in a different manner. How are you? I think that you're alright.
And if you're asking if I'm alright, well. I am not.
How will I be alright if you're no longer in my arms... god. How will I be alright if your voice is haunting me in my dreams.
How will I be alright if you're alright... while, here I am. Still devastated by your absence.
Do you still remember the time when I'm still courting you? I'm too lazy to study yet you threatened me with your "yes". How about the time when we're already together? When I acted like a jerk towards your best friend... you threatened me with your kisses.
I miss you.
I miss the way you beat the shit out of me.
I miss the way you kiss me on my cheeks without even making any noise.
I miss the way you suppress your moan or your breath every time I kiss your cheeks or your neck, you make me feel like my kisses will bring you to cloud 9.
Again, how are you? It may sound selfish but I wish you're not alright.
Sincerely yours,
Andrew
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Andrew's Letters
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