Day Fifteen

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I don't think I'll ever be over you.
I know you would want me to move on,
But the thing is,
How can I move on?
How can I forget you?
You were the best thing that happened to me,
And the worst.
I'm so distraught.
I don't know what to do anymore without your smile,
Your laugh,
The way you would bite your knuckle when you were nervous,
They way you could be in the most rediculius clothing and still manage to look good.
Fucking hell.
I miss you.
I won't ever get over you.
Not with a kiss like that.
I
...
I love you.










If only I hadn't been
fifteen days
late.

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