I spent the week
Thinking of her
I found traces of her
In every song I heard
And every word I wrote
And every flower I saw.
I waited patiently
Until Saturday
And I found myself waiting
For her arrival
At the store.
I saw her coming
A sea of blonde hair
And a tide of blue eyes.
She approached slowly
Making me shift impatiently
Until she stopped in front of me.
"Ashton."
"Arabella."
"We meet again."
I chuckled and raked
My fingers through my hair.
"How was your week?"
"Well," I thought
"I spent all week
Dreaming
And thinking
Of your existence."
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i want an ashton please please please
he's so precious idk
they're both so perfect together
ive never shipped two people harder
like unf