the realisation that i liked robin buckley more than a best friend was hesitant and slow, like a first kiss. it wasn't some grand explosion of colour, but it wasn't some echo in a cave, either. and now, all i can do is imagine what would've been if i'd realised i loved her sooner. based on 'the author' by luz dedicated to arlo xx 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: sixth of may 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: ongoing 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝: tbd
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