Dear Caden,
I hate you.
I just found myself sitting with you at the porch at 1 am.
Earlier, you appeared at my doorstep with that uneasy smile on your face.
“I’m sorry.” You mouthed. I know I’m kind of mad but there you are in front of me and I guess today was not really that disappointing at all.
I would want to pinch you to see if you’re really alive because I just can’t believe all of these happened.
You told me there was an emergency so you didn’t make it to the diner and you left your phone.
We had such a long conversation like it was the first time you’ve met someone whose mind goes exactly the way as yours.
It felt like it was only yesterday that we graduated from Senior High School. Nothing changed even the way you look, except that the freckles on your face have been more obvious and you matured a little.
3 am and now you have to go.
You left me with that captivating smile and hug me a little longer then left.
Love, Gwynett Ysabelle Anne
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Love, Gwynett Ysabelle Anne
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