letter three

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calum,
we cant talk at all anymore, our time zones are so different that we would be killing ourselves to stay up or wake up that early.
youve been meeting fans alot more lately, and i would be lying if i said i wasnt jealous. i mean im happy for them, but i kinda wish i could be with you, be the girl with your arms wrapped around my waist, not them.
im sorry.
i just miss you. i miss the way we used to lay, with your arms wrapped around me and our legs all tangled up, i miss the way you used to laugh at my lame jokes, i miss the way you used to tell me that im cute whenever i blushed.
ill love you forever.
forever sand always
- peyton

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