Dear Emerson,
In seventh the teacher assigned a group project between just us two.
I came over your house and we spent all night working on it, until we both passed out.
When I was struggling to draw one of the eyes you placed your hand over mine and guided me through it.
I swear my heart has never beat so fast.
Now I know what butterflies feel like.
-Katrina
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POETRY | E.B.
FanfictionDear Emerson, You started talking to her again and you began ignoring me too. I miss you a lot. When are you going to come back to your senses? -Katrina
