Lauraloveskatrina May 2026

That was the year of almost. Almost holding hands during a movie. Almost saying it when Katrina fell asleep on her shoulder during a bus ride home from a band competition. Almost, almost, almost.

Laura laughed too loudly. “It’s a nice name.” lauraloveskatrina

“Looking for you.” Katrina walked closer. “Mike and I broke up.” That was the year of almost

Katrina smiled, tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear. “You doodle my name a lot.” lauraloveskatrina

Katrina was standing at the edge of the field, hands in the pockets of her jean jacket. The sunset painted her gold.

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