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The extra long chapter is coming soon, but I just wanted to post this. I saw that on @_spooky_boi_ 's wall, and there came the idea. This was literally my favourite song as a fetus so this is great.
Thank you for the random idea. :) (Thumbs up for me for writing this at 5:32 A.M.... #insomniaclife) ***
Hey there, Mitch.
How is New York? I know we text all the time, but I can't seem to really show emotion through my mobile. I feel like I'm being more romantic as I write on white paper with this pencil that has broken two times already.
I miss you. I always miss you. I know New York is a lot better then my basement. But hey, they don't have my moms cookies so there's something.
I love you.
It's hard to not see you all the time. I know it's harder for you since you were the one who had to leave. But I know you're doing so well there.
I bet Times Square didn't shine as bright as your eyes do. I remember staring at you in calculus once and everyone knew it but didn't say a word. I remember when you glanced at me I went red in the face and wanted to actually jump off a cliff.
But you smiled.
Gosh, your smile. Oh, what you do to me, Mitch. I can't even begin to describe my longing affection and admiration for you.
Despite being a thousand miles away, my heart beats just as fast when I think about you.
It's like you're on my schedule. I have to take time away from my day just to sit and think about you. Your eyes, your smile, the way you go through life without caring about what anyone else thinks. Without caring about what anyone else says to you.
The way your eyes light up at the mention of someone you love.
And I remember the day Kirstie said my name and your eyes lit up.
It's hurts knowing when I put this pencil and book down, it'll be over. My heart will eventually return to his boring pattern and my smile will soon fade with the thought of you lingering in my mind. If I close my eyes and think I can sometime imagine your fingers ghosting on my hand.
But then again, I'll see you in two years. Probably before then, but I'll be able to hug you and never have to release you in two years.
Oh, what you do to me. I'll be there, one day. One day we'll be big and I'll be able to shower you in flowers and two thousand dollar bags, I'll buy you abunch of Sphynx cats and I'll buy out an entire Beyoncè concert so you are the only one there.
Oh, what you do to me.
I love you, I hope my love for you travels from my kind, down my arms, to my fingers, through the pencil, and onto the paper. I hope you know how much you truly mean to me.
