dear you,
i wish this was more like a book, so i could blurt out the words “i love you” and you’d rush to my kiss and embrace. however, this is real, distance exists, and you’re currently 540 miles away from me.
wishing,
me
these are letters i write for people, but i'll never tell you who they are for or who i am.
i wish this was more like a book, so i could blurt out the words “i love you” and you’d rush to my kiss and embrace. however, this is real, distance exists, and you’re currently 540 miles away from me.
wishing,
me
