dear you,
it's the little things that always remind me of you. like after a bath and my hair is a wet, tangled, mess. I remember the night you asked me if you could brush it. after that it just became a regular thing, you always praising me on how pretty it is.
or that stupid game on our phones we'd always try to out do each other on. how when you'd play it I'd wrap my body around the back of you and rest my head on your shoulder. you admitted you'd play it just so I'd get into that position.
it's always the little things that get my mind on you, and while I smile at the memories, my chest always stings with the hurt.
- me
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Romancethis isn't meant to get many reads or to get attention, but this is for him, or well, it's about him at least. this is where my thoughts will go. this is where I can vent about a boy I was deeply in love with for nearly a year and a half and questio...
