dear star crossed calum,
you've made me even happier, darling.
i've needed company for a long time,
there really was just no one i would ever
waste my time on in here. but then you said something.
well, i have something to get off my chest.
i think i love you? i'm not quite sure yet, though;
so don't get weirded out because i'm just confused.
i just don't know what i'm feeling and it's really weird because
i've never ever felt this way. i know it's not a case of puppy love
because...it just can't be! this isn't middle school and i'm very scared, calum.
on a lighter note,
i love kissing you as well. your lips make me feel something vibrant.
also, you're really strong! how do you manage to lift one hundred pounds?
that's exactly how much i weigh! it's crazy!
possibly in love,
arabella
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