There's something about the way somebody can tell you that they want you and then a day later take it all back.
There's something so fundamentally crushing about an almost-relationship.
I won't be able to walk past the place at my university where we shared our first kiss and you had my lipstick all over your smiling lips.
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Desolate Moon (SS 2)
Poetrymore exhibitionism, more emotional outbursts, more uncomfortably uncut honesty. TRIGGER WARNING.
