every sunday morning, you would always send me the longest messages ever. now, my inbox is empty, and nobody bothers to replace the hole in my inbox. actually, no one bothers to replace the hole in my heart either. i don't think anyone can.
YOU ARE READING
forgotten
Short Storyremember me, because we were each other's everything. and all of me is missing, because you keep on tripping. so come back, and please don't let your memory lack. i love you. don't forget you once said you love me too. [#255 short story: 5/9...
