amandafriel
the final countdown. the final score.
that's all.
i wish it was.
it never is.
there he is. how i long to sit beside him. to tap his foot with my rainboot. to know his scent. he probably smells like leaves. but here i am, sitting on a park bench, staring at the boy I will never smell.
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