Jared.
I miss it you know,
pronouncing your name,
It's been ages I havn't spoke it out loud,
I don't want to,
It'll just make your absence even more real,
And I'm scared,
scared that you'll never answer,
that I'll never hear your voice again,
the way you pronounced my name, ever so melodic,
and as if it was the most beautiful thing you had ever heard.
I love you, I love you so much.
-Jane
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Letters I wrote you
Short StoryIt was saturday, again, and I was still waiting. Very old story, wrote this back in high-school, it's probably very cringy.