Dear Summer // Michael Clifford Fan Fiction

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Dear Summer,

I don't know what to do now Summer. Please just talk to me. I am starting to drown Summer. Every time I see you with him, it kills me. Michael Clifford is a total mess now. When you walked away, I counted all the steps that you took. Each step, I want to tell you words.

I am sorry.
I love you.
I want you back.
I need you.
Please love me again.

But these words will forever be unsaid, because I was too coward to say those back then. And it's too late for that now. Because you are now happy with him.

Talk to me Summer. One last time.
Love,
Michael