format by julietechoecho ——————————————————————————————————————— ——————————————————————————————————————— ——————————————————————————————————————— ——————————————————————————————————— ————————————————————————————————— ——————————————————————————————————————— ——————————————————————————————————————— ——————————————————————————————————————— ——————————————————————————————————————— x x x Dear Teachers, Yes, his name will be scribbled all over my work.
No matter how many times: we kiss, I still get butterflies we hug, I still ache for more we text, I still smile when your name lights up my phone we say, "I love you," I just can't get enough. Format:SecretlyBrokenAndSilentlyHoping