It’s been about a year since he left.
I loved him. I still love him.
His smile, his eyes, his cheeks, his warm personality, the way he smelled.
I love everything about him.
He was still the best thing to ever happen to me.
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not the same // heesun au
Short Storythis is just a super short story i wrote last year. it's almost like a poem but not really? i dont really know what type of story this is but i hope you like it anyway
