June 21st, 2015
3 PM
Someone asked me if I knew you. A million memories flashed through my head, but in the end I only said one word.
"No."
YOU ARE READING
Midnight
Poetryshe would wait and wait for him to finally come back, each midnight writing a note she knew he would never read, because she would never send them.
Twenty-Two
June 21st, 2015
3 PM
Someone asked me if I knew you. A million memories flashed through my head, but in the end I only said one word.
"No."
