Someone with your eyes and your hair who smelled like you used to when I would wake you up early. They had your voice and your house and your mouth.
But I fell in love with someone who had longer fingers than you do. I fell in love with someone who never stopped holding me like you did or looking at me like you did or whispering the things you whispered to me in June. I fell in love with someone who had better musical tastes and laughed louder and read music.
I guess it took me five months to realize I was in love with someone who didn't exist, but I suppose that's okay, because at least it only took me that long.
New. York. A. Week. From. Thursday.
All my love,
Addy
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