Whenever we are texting late at night, I tell you I think you should go to bed.
You always agree.
You don't know how much it would mean to me if you said that you'd rather stay up and talk to me.
You always agree.
You don't know how much it would mean to me if you said that you'd rather stay up and talk to me.
I met you about four years ago. You made me laugh.
ReplyDeleteI liked you a lot. I don't think you even know how much.
My heart broke when you left. I know it wasn't your fault. You didn't have a choice.
And now, I pass you in the halls, so causal, on our way to class. It breaks my heart a little more each time.
I'll never tell you, but I kept that little poem you wrote me. I still have it.
Dear Anon, I think you might be confusing me with someone else :)
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