Dear You
I've been visiting everyday. Each day, I put a new post it on the grave, together with a white rose.
This is the final one.
You passed away at the age of 17. My heart squeezes painfully every single time I think of you.
It's because I love you. So, so much.
But I know you love me too.
It's slightly warped, but I guess it's a not so perfect happy ending.
Love,
Me
YOU ARE READING
| Dear You |
Teen FictionIn which a girl expresses her feelings through a series of post its, to a boy who will never read them.
