it’s been a week since our last encounter. the worst thing about not seeing someone often, is forgetting their faces. because now every time i think of you my mind somehow can’t make up your face and all i see is a blur. a blur with a grey sweater, wild curls, a crooked smile and freckles dotted across your face.
god, i want to see you again.
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for the guy with the grey sweater
Short Storyfor the guy i see every so often but i'm too shy to talk to
