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𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙬𝙤

as you and john walked on the sidewalk, you pointed out things reminding you of your childhood. you both came towards a little park area. it had a few benches, a fountain and a playground.

"oh!" you smiled. —and this is where i broke my arm."

john chuckled as he pictured you going down the slide face first and landing on your arm.

"how did you manage that?" john asked.

as you explained the story to him, he admired your face. he admired every little thing about you. from your freckles, to your acne, acne scars, moles, eye bags—you name it, he loved it.

it didn't matter what you looked liked because to him you were beautiful. once you finished your story john smiled at you and commented on how much of a reckless child you were.

"i'm sure you weren't any better." you said.

john smiled at you and help out his pinky. you smiled at him and wrapped your pinky with his.

hello yes i'm here.

sorry i took actually 86 years.

there's gonna be a part 2 of the date (incase y'all didn't realize hi this is the date)

i took a while because i'm in marching band and monday was the start of "hell week" meaning we had practice from 1pm to 8pm so it was very busy

BUT IM HERE NOW!!!

and i just wanna clarify

i wrote the paragraph about john admiring you because i want you guys to know that you're loved

and you guys are all beautiful in your own way.

i'm serious

now don't give me that "no one loves me." or "i'm not pretty" bullshit okay?

cause you guys are

i don't care if you have stretch marks, acne, eye bags, smile lines, wrinkles, scars i don't care

you guys are fucking beautiful okay?

and don't let anyone tell you otherwise

sorry-

now that that's over :')

thanks for the support as per usual 💗

ily guys

have a great night 💗