Tracks
C.D.M.L
C.L
I always do it.
Wayde.
Cory Lawson.
2009.
He was my life.
My everything.
My definition of travel.
Perth was only an area.
His arms were my destination.
I love you, Cory.
I miss you.
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I jumped the border. (:
Coincidental name.
I’ve never ever forever never rever fornever ever never wanted you so badly again in my life ):
” I should have never stopped talking to you, I miss you so much.”
I’m about to send this off and away to him. I don’t know what else to say or if I should say anything else or at all. I need help. If only he knew how I still felt. What I am thinking. Maybe even what I wanted because maybe, something would change his mind. But it’s the fact that he’s just another guy I used to know. Nothing else. No love. No happiness. Just two different people in this world full of 7 billion unique humans.
Then again, what the fuck am I doing complaining about this one someone, when there is literally 6,999,999,999 people living on this planet. Time for a wake-up call, Sarah. You’ve got some experimenting to do… (;
