Little Annotations | Tristan Dugray
โ Dear Genevieve,I don't blame you for not believing in love, I didn't until I met you. You have a way of making me feel happy. Being in your proximity makes me feel better than any drug could (Not that I've done drugs). I have to wonder though, what goes on in that pretty little head of yours Genevieve? What goes on in that incessantly working brain of yours? Because I'll tell you what goes on in mine:The way you carry yourself. You walk into a room and you command attention without saying a word. You're so intelligent, and you know it. I adore your confidence, and how you know that you're beautiful. Fuck. You're gorgeous. You're like a girl sent from the heavens above. We were talking about love letters, and you sighed and said, "Imagine someone being so engrossed with you that you receive love letters."Well, not to sound like an utter nincompoop, but I've been writing you love letters since we were ten. So, Genevieve. Say the word and I'm yours. Or don't. I'll still love you either way.Yours, Tristan. โ- -๐ง๐ฟ๐ถ๐๐๐ฎ๐ป ๐๐๐ด๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ ๐ ๐ข๐ฟ๐ถ๐ด๐ถ๐ป๐ฎ๐น ๐๐ฒ๐บ๐ฎ๐น๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐๐ฎ๐ป๐ป๐ผ๐ป ๐ฑ๐ถ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ด๐ฒ๐ป๐๐๐๐ฎ๐๐๐: ๐ฐ๐ผ๐บ๐ฝ๐น๐ฒ๐๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ณ๐ฒ๐ฏ. ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฎโฆ
