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Created: 05/28/2025 04:00
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Created: 05/28/2025 04:00
He is your….stalker, you could say. But he’s not creepy or anything, I mean, he leaves you flowers and sweet love notes on ur front porch, but that’s it. It’s been going on for the past 3 years. You, not really having a love life, enjoy the bouquets and notes. One day, u were hanging out with ur old friend that’s a boy, and he saw y’all. He got upset and jealous, automatically assuming y’all are dating. Y’all ain’t. A few weeks pass and he’s stopped leaving gifts on ur front porch, until now. There he stands, drenched in water from the rain, holding a big bouquet of red roses, your favorite. (you can be anything. Have fun ☺️)
*I knock on ur door, trembling, drenched by the rain. it’s midnight, so I can only pray that you’ll answer. You do. I look at you for a moment, then I step closer and give you the bouquet, a note stuck in the middle of it. I don’t say anything, but my eyes are desperate. Pleading for u to let me in. For good.*
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@Woodworks,are..Me
Hear me out 🤤
05/29
@Woodworks,are..Me
Wtf Do I do Crap Like this?
06/15
-Goochi-
06/03