Wednesday April 1st
Dear Calum,
I found your shirt in the back of my closet today. I forgot I even had it. I'm glad I found it, it still smells like you; like spring.
I miss the smell of you, when you'd wrap your arms around me tightly, and my head would fall perfectly into your chest.
God I miss you, please come back.
love,
Abby xx
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