I hold you're larger hands in mine as you look at the Christmas tree, lights creating constellations in your eyes. Everyone at my house for my birthday party seems to be engaged in some sort of conversation. I take you're phone and go on Snapchat spamming you're story. You deleted the other girls but not mine, I start to think. Does he like me? Am I overthinking? Am I even capable to fall again?
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Read the chapter sorry now.
northern downpour
By versacepilots
melt your headaches, call it home. {an insider to my mind} More