THE LOVE LETTER COLLECTION
 
TASTE


You are royally fucking my shit up. I pine for you. I want to love you so tremendously. We're beyond that though. You are fucking magnetic; people gravitate toward you. You're preoccupied and I'm foolish for still wanting you. It's nearly unbearable to be aware of something so brilliant that we'll never get to share. I don't even care that you don't care. Hell, I probably want you even more because of it. Getting a taste has thoroughly destroyed me. I'll just sit here waiting for you to realize this is exactly what it's cracked up to be.




the love letter collection
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Friday, January 6, 2012