"I miss the lips that made me fly." The familiar lyric from Mayday Parade, a band that sang sad rock ballads, seemed so much more relevant now then they did a year ago. Sadly for your gossip thirsty self, I have nothing bad to say about Jacob Michael Whitesides. In fact, if I could do anything right now, it would be to get drunk with Jacob and spill out the thoughts that have been flooding my mind for months, and remind him that I still think he puts the stars in the sky, and I love the why he gets crinkles on the sides of his eyes when he laughs. Sadly, I couldn't tell Jacob any of these things, because I don't know where he is and have no intention of finding out. I had vowed to go on with my life, finishing college and moving off to New York City, the only place that feels like home even though it's far from where I was born, but sadly, things are easier said then done.
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Miserable at Best {a Jacob Whitesides fanfiction}
RomanceThe sun and the moon are opposites, and no matter how fascinating or exciting it might sound for them to stand side by side, able to admire each other and ignore their differences, the sun and the moon were never supposed to collide. They were suppo...
