To My Future,

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I want a Love. that wakes up with me. breathless. as he memorizes my eyes. the sun.

catches the golden specs that usually hide. tracing my lips. with his fingertips. and. I

want him to tell me. I’m his Imperfect Emily. do me a favor? seal it in. with a kiss on my

forehead my Love.

 

patiently waiting,

Your Imperfect Emily

 

this is what I want. more. more than you were ever able to provide. so,

 

goodbye to My past,

 

I realize.

this was never going to last.

that was never going to be you.

 

you don’t deserve My hate,

or for Me to sign My name

-Emily Torres