Dear Paris,
You spoke to me today. I literally watched you run from your chipped door to mine in an instant. You standing in my doorway immediately caused the slumbering butterflies in my stomach to wake up after a month of not seeing you. Your face was flushed a soft hue of pink and your hair was sticking up in the craziest ways, and if I didn’t know you or your pass, I’d think you were an innocent little gray bunny. I wanted to talk about what happened but you didn’t so I let you scroll through Netflix so we could watch season two of American Horror Story. I only watched it with you because I’d watch anything with you, and because you didn’t judge me when I turned my head away from the cringe worthy episodes. You only watched it with me because I didn’t judge you for not cringing during each and every episode. You asked me what you missed while you were gone, and I told you everything you weren’t here to experience, it wasn’t much but I wanted you to feel like your parents hadn’t sent you away for a month. Thor came to join us, and we talked about how he and Artemis would be perfect for each other, and how we should let them get married, but then your mom came over and begged you to come home so everything would be ok. You didn’t tell me you came over to escape your parents, I wish you did. Your parents aren’t as nice as I first thought.
- Liam
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Dear Paris
Fanfic"Maybe if we broke the mirrors, we wouldn't break ourselves" Letters to a girl from the boy living across the street.
