The love of my life.
My person who is supposed
to be here with me.
Is not.
My person cannot
see past our history.
We'll always be more.
Than friends.
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 9:55 AM UTC
The love of my life.
My person who is supposed
to be here with me.
Is not.
My person cannot
see past our history.
We'll always be more.
Than friends.
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