"just one more time, only one"
That was what I was thinking as I lay down and put on my headphones. I started counting, the images passed through my mind like an old memory that you only remember thanks to a photograph, a memory so blurry that I realized it was a simple dream.
That's how the nights passed and the mornings began with tears, every old book, every silver ring, every star, every daisy, every full moon, every vinyl, every pair of old boots, reminded me of you, I knew what it meant, but how was that posible?
How was it possible to love someone you have never met?
Hi readers!!
Before we start with the story I wanted to clarify that English isn't my first language so if you find any flaws or mistakes in my writing feel free to comment it, with that said I hope you like my story.
