seventy two hours :: lrh

quattro

dear mr. fluffles,

          i am a firm believer of that quote saying what's meant to be will find its way back, no matter how far it may have wondered. you're probably wondering why i'm saying all these, because what i usually write to you is just all about my nightmares and daydreams. 

          but today is a very special day, mr. fluffles, for i have or not have just seen nena from syndey just awhile ago here at the airport. i called her sienna, but it seems as she didn't remember me (and i was kind of reliefed.) but it made me feel sad. i thought maybe i was just dreaming or hallucinating, but no. it was real. she was real.

          you see, mr. fluffles, sienna's all grown up now. her short, thick hair was now longer, and it looked soft and nice and curly. she got a lot taller, but of course, i was still mr. giraffe the long-legged man, as she used to call me before, and so i was taller than her. her type of clothing changed, from her jumpers and sunday dresses and little sandals to sweatshirts and skinny jeans and boots. even her voice as changed, but it was still as beautiful as i thought it sounded before. the only thing that didn't change about her were her eyes. those brown, chocolate-y orbs that always made me melt whenever i looked into them. 

          if you still don't get it, mr. fluffles, i'm going to break it down to you in a very simple way: she looked so perfect standing there. (a/n: pls don't kill me)

          in all honesty, i still wanted to talk to her. well, i did, but it all seemed so fast. she told me she callled herself aspyn now, and i told her i called myself luke. i asked her about what she was listening to but then she ran away. but, listen closely here mr. fluffles, she hugged me. it felt all new to me, for not having felt her body around me for years, but also so familiar, for she always used to hug me whenever she saw me.

          i was having doubts about her being nena, but all of it washed away when she hugged me; i knew it was her. and i am determined to see her again, to hear her wonderful laugh and feel her body against me when she hugs me to say hi and/or to say her goodbyes.

          i missed her so much, mr. fluffles. but the sad thing is, she didn't miss me.

your best buddy forever,

roby.

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(a/n): are you mexican because you're my juan and only (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧