Dear Adam,
I think of you everyday and night. I think of your smile and how it always made me smile back, of your lips and how they felt against mine, and your eyes the way the looked deep into my own.
I see traces of you everywhere, whether it's a store you used to shop at or your favorite movie playing at the theatre your everywhere at once, but yet no where at all.
I won't get over you.
The vodka, it tastes sour upon my tounge but it helps soothe the pain. My anxiety is going through the roof.
I'm getting crazier everyday. Your face is everywhere now.
Why?,
Bailey :(
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Dear Adam, (#2 in series)
Teen FictionIn which an unfixable girl writes to a dead boy. "You were a hurricane ," {Sequel to "Dear Bailey,"} WARNING: story may be a trigger
