the story comes back in waves, the story of us. missing her doesn't. i drown in a sea of missing her, constantly. it's like i set sail with no intentions of sinking, and now i find myself struggling to keep my head above the water. it didn't make any sense then, how much a person could do to your life. but again, nothing made sense then, except partying and getting blackout drunk. which was my life. everything changed when she came into my life. i never felt the way she made me feel, and it was a good thing. i never liked the taste of gin in the morning, not until she came along. now i find myself sipping it out of an old, cracked coffee mug as though it was coffee. it reminds me of the way she tasted. i never liked the smell of marc jacobs perfume, not until she came along. now i find myself smelling it on sample papers whenever i go into a department store. it reminds me of her scent, unmistakable. i also never liked the 1975, not until she came along. now i find myself in my car singing along to their albums. it reminds me of her voice. you could say im a bit depressed, but i don't find anything particularly wrong with being depressed every now and then. especially when it's got a reason, like not having her. you'd understand if you knew her. anyone would really. she had a certain brightness about her, even on her darkest days. our story, it was out of the ordinary. and im going to do something out of the ordinary. I'm going to tell you the story, of Briana Porter. bri, for short. brace yourself.
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Lost.
Fanfiction"i don't know. nothing really mattered, not to me anyways. i was just... lost. that's the only way to put it. that is, until she came along. she changed my life. she changed me. before her, everything was just whatever. now she's all i think about...
