If I had a photograph of you, or something to remind me...I wouldn't spend my life just
(waiting)
wishing.
It's more the way your eyes are laughing as they glance.
It must be something more.
If I had a photograph of you.
You.
My angel.
My werewolf.
My 18th letter.
Posted by Harrison Forbes at 11:33 AM
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