Dear Emily,
Today was my birthday. I didn't even know it. I walked downstairs and I saw a cake on the table, and I was trying to figure out why there was a cake. Then I walked closer and I saw my name and I was like, "Oh shit. I forgot my own birthday. I seriously do need help."
I don't remember telling Stephen when my birthday was, but he knew somehow. He bought me a new jacket. I didn't understand why until I remembered one time I was complaining about how I only had two light coats because I wasn't used to cold weather and he leant me his hoodie. (I know, I know; you'd be screaming right now. I can hear you in my head. "He leant you his hoodie? You two are, so, like, a package deal.")
He really pays attention.
- Delilah.
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Dear Emily
Teen Fiction"I've been staring at the wall for the past hour. And you're six feet under the ground. So I guess things didn't work out for either of us. - Delilah." soundtrack: http://8tracks.com/bonjouritsali/dear-emily-soundtrack // let her go; passenger // br...
