Dear Michael,
Your words don't have to be
beautiul.
They're comming from you,
that's all that matters.
It's funny you had funny feelings
in your stomach.
I get it too,
when I see you.
And
how my eyes remind you of moons
if you knew my name,
You may laugh.
I would tell you it,
but what fun would that be.
If you wanna know.
ask me face to face.
my knees may wobble,
and my palms will probably sweat.
but at least I'd get to experience,
you talking to me.
even if its only 4 simple words
As ever,
No Name.
//ONCE AGAIN THIS IS PROBABLY CRAPPY\\\
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Bruised moons ➳ M.C
FanfictionIn which a boy and a girl fall in love through a series of letters
