"a boy asked me out today. he was an inch or two shorter than me, and he had these huge blue eyes. he looked so innocent, and he was so nervous to talk to me. he was obviously young, and when i asked his age, he said he was only eighteen. eighteen. six years younger than me.
i laughed and said no thanks, and i kissed him on the cheek. it was nice. not because i found him attractive, just... the feeling of being wanted, you know?
i guess you would know. you've always been wanted."
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101 voicemails
Poetry"hey, it's me again..." 101 voicemails about loving, breaking, and healing.
