there are nights when i would think of how i was dressed during our promenade, how my hair was curled and how my cheeks were the perfect shade of pink. i remember how your tuxedo fits you perfectly or how your hands were around my waist as we dance through Houston's I Will Always Love You.
good ol' days i may say.
and I wish I could get back to the time when i'm still the muse to every song you mix with those bass drop beats. i wish i could still get back to the times when you would drunk call me late at night just to tell me you miss me and you want me to prepare kimchi for you. i wish i could still get back to the times when you would cry on the other line because you just don't want to fight anymore.
damn, i miss. i miss how your lips curve into that smile. i miss how your voice, your deep voice gives me shivers it makes me go insane. i'll miss every part of you, my dear human bean.
i love you, hunter.
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Goodbye, Hunter
Short Story❝ you're the reason why there are silhouette dreams and unstitched seams. you're every sonnet i make and the pills i take. you are the one that i love and the one i wish i could have ❞
