Punk rock //Michael Clifford fanfic
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Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Sat, Dec 6, 2014
"You smell of rose and peppermint." He smiled.
"You smell of love and heartbreak." I smiled back.
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"Somehow we became best friends and I learned that his laugh was the best sound I had ever heard. The way his voice sounded, it would take me to a place and make me forget my troubles. Oh I loved the way he said my name. Everything about him was beauty in its purest form. He didn't even have to try. I was in love with him before I had even met him. I was in love with the thought of him. He was like a piece of art. More appreciated than any other thing on this earth. He was finally worth something. He had always been worth everything to me, But he isn't hear to know that. I don't have a penny to my name because I gave them all to him. I don't want to be worth anything if it means I won't have him. No one could ever come close to us. There was no other match like us that was so flawlessly perfect even with all of our flaws. I'll never find anyone else like him because without him there is no us and nothing could ever come close to a love like us."Complete
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we fell out of love, too scared to admit it and too blind to see we've fallen for someone elseComplete
❝I Remember you made me nostalgic for a love that hadn't even happened yet ❞ © reallyhailey 2014 (DISCLAIMER: I wrote this in 2014, so I'm very sorry for the poor grammar and punctuation)
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