Dear,
I don't know how much of the song is truth or just the wonderings of my imagination. There was a time, a summer ago, our last summer, when we both knew what I was thinking. Somehow, you must have gotten the drift and known that I felt something for you. You kissed me, and it was all I could have ever wanted.
And then you left, and the only thing of yours I have still are the memories.
Love, Tom.
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Love, Tom - a T.P. FANFICTION
FanfictionHe loved her, but his shyness had always overshadowed his need to express his emotions. So, he sets his pen to paper and the words leave his mind. But she never does. THANKS TO @hannahmfoley01 for the inspiration!
