Belmore Falls by Benjamin Lee
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She had this way of always finding the good and believing in everything despite all she had seen. And that is what I loved most - the pure magic of her undying hope.
Becca Lee (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
Do you?
Hey, do you remember the notes you used to write me? I do. I opened one tonight. Hey, do you remember the way you used to feel? I do. I can’t think of anything else. Hey, this might be too little too late, but do you miss me? I do. I haven’t been the same since you’ve been gone. Hey, will it ruin everything if I admit I still think about you? I do Hey, some of the last words you said to me were: “I’ve always seen you as a part of my future.” Did you mean it? I do Hey, did you know that out of every letter you wrote me, I saved one I never thought I’d open? You titled it: “For When You Miss Me” I guess I always hoped we’d end in two words: I do
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