today, i loved his hands. they were very big, and he probably used them for a lot of things.
he probably used them to pleasure groupies, or drum on stage, or even bad things.
he probably used them to hold his cigar up to his mouth, or hold his blades when he cut, or even a knife when he thought about suicide.
i didn't think about those things too much, though. all i wanted was for him to hold me with those hands, and tell me he loves me.
thats all i ever wanted.
him.
this was the eighth reason i loved him.
lots of love,
clover xx.
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short update im so so sorry.
i have no wifi at home bc my parents suck so i went out in public and found wifi to update for you guys <3
thanks for 200 reads :)
-mar.