I feel like I'm missing out on the majors bits of your life, because I'm not there. And you know I'm not there. So we're both feeling my absence.
I wanted -
I want to -
I. Me. We. Were. Will we become something, like we've always wanted?
Or will be fall between the cracks like the roots of a dying weed?
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If you read this, you rock. <3
xx Nicole Rose