Dear Ballerina Boy,
Well Calum, I haven't written you in a couple of months. Since July, actually. It's September now, I met a guy. His name is Michael, Michael Clifford. He had really cool blood orange/red hair. Well had, its turned into more of a carrot orange than anything else.
Hes the nicest guy I have ever met, aside from you of course. He tall, about an inch taller then you. Hes adorable, and sexy at the same time. We have been on a few dates, and done cute little things, but its not official yet. He has green eyes, like kind of dark green; I guess one could say smokey green?
I don't know how to describe them, I could look at them forever if I could. He makes me feel the way you did.
Safe, and loved. Its like he actually cares, and he listened to me intently. Something you never could do, because everything had to be about you; a perfect little princess. I never minded, though.
He has a couple tattoos, and an eye brow piercing. I think its hot.
He is really funny too, he makes me laugh non-stop. He even goes as far to say my laugh is cute.
He makes me love myself. He knows what you did, how you broke my heart and left me for .. him. Turns out he is Luke's ex, you're the one Luke left Michael for.
But he says hes over him, he has me now. I guess I feel the same way.
I think I'm falling for him, Cal. I love the feelings he brings me.
I think I can stop loving you now.
Talk to you never, Ballerina Boy.
Ashton xx
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Ballerina Boy ➵ Cashton
PoetryHis voice in this room, like shadows on walls, I imagine him on the other side of the door His words, his voice, his touch, At the start, the end, and in the middle Strange how it mattered so...
