Lying on the tiled floor on a hot summers day, whilst listening to green day is how I remember you. The late night giggles and dirty jokes that uttered from our mouths is how I remember you. The wind in my hair and the sun in my eyes from our unexpected adventures is how I remember you. The goodbyes we said and the tears we had shred as you made your way down the terminal gate is how I remember you. Now it has been a year or two and I still remember you, do you still remember me?
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Un jeu qui a finis par la faire souffrir.
I don't regret the past, I just regrets the times I've wasted with the wrong people and the wrong things.
Elana Stevens xx Luke Hemmings
5 Seconds of Summer Fan Fictio,