dear nora,
do you remember the first time we kissed? i do.
you were drunk and i was sober. it was another one of those crazy parties you liked to drag me to. yeah, i guess i sort of took advantage of your intoxicated state.
that was the night i told you i was in love with someone.
you never asked who but i'm pretty sure you knew when i kissed you.
but you were the first one to pull away.
and i think you remember that. i do.
love
atlas
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winterstorm
Teen Fictionshe was my winter-storm, and i will never forget the everlasting hail she used to destroy our love.
