for the sixth

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saturday - 12:47 a.m.

i can't tell you how much i hate remembering this night.

when you came in, i was thrilled. until nick came around and put his arm around you.

i waited around the whole damn night just for a chance to talk to you. when i saw that nick left, i knew it was my chance. but i blew it, i really did.

you know what sucks the most? i remember everything. so clearly.

i'm sorry that i pretended. pretended to be drunk, pretended that i didn't know why we stopped talking. i just, i wanted to hold you so badly, like i used to. i wanted to hear your voice talking me like you used to, all the time.

god aide, i'm so sorry for ruining your night.

but you know, i wasn't pretending when i said that i missed you. i do.

so fucking much.

i can't tell you how many times a week i break down on the backside of my door shitting myself about how much i fucking hurt you when i fucking love you.

- eli

p.s.

i should be the one bringing you home.

p.p.s.

not nick.

p.p.p.s.

it's seven times by the way.

p.p.p.p.s.

sometimes more.

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author's note:

owwwwieee

huhuhu eli baby come here let me hug u

r u enjoying??

tell me in the comments or message me what you want to happen or if you've got any questionssss x

luv yew

xoxo,

daisy

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