Our phone text thread depicts the gradual buildup and sudden destruction of our short-lived love affair. Every time I read through them, it’s like watching a train wreck in slow motion, and I can’t seem to look away.
Waiting for midnight in my old little room and still thinking of you... i miss you but i'd rather not bother you...- 11:50pm (Sept. 11,2013)
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