I have a picture of you. I look at it every night before bed, and I think that tomorrow I’ll get you to like me. Tomorrow you won’t snap at me, you won’t see me as not good enough. Tomorrow, I think, I’ll get you to smile at me like you do in that picture. Tomorrow I’ll let you know I love you, and tomorrow you’ll love me back. But tomorrow has been almost seven years, and I’m so tired of waiting for tomorrow. So I think I’m going to tell you today.
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would you like to say who this is?
drabbles are random sparks of inspiration. they don't usually refer or relate to anything. xD
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