Dear Ariella,
We FaceTimed today.
You didn't have any make-up on,
And your hair was up in a bumpy messy bun.
And you looked lovely to me.
Right in the middle of your rant about Mrs. Wilkson,
I told you I loved you.
You just stopped hanging,
Stuttered a few vowels
And hung up.
How many times am I going to lose you?
-Lucas
