flaws || m.clifford [c. soon]

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I remember the first day I met you.

You were wearing an old oversized Billy Joel shirt over fishnets; and I knew then that I was going to fall in love with you.

How cliché it sounds now, but it true, and I did fall.

Hard.

But what I didn't know was that I'd be writing the story of us into letters and bringing them to you at your grave two winters after we met.