Dear someone,
If you are reading this, you've probably chosen the tragedy of falling in love with a girl of a few rhymes and an infinite amount of heartbreaks.
Three from relationships, two from guys I've never met, and one for every time I've heard the word 'goodbye'.
I'm allergic to mosquito bites and people who see no wrong in being with someone they no longer love. I live in pastel sundresses and suckish poetry and shoes that are just a little worn out at the tips because sometimes I like twirling around like a ballerina, because life is too short not to.
I sing songs about boys like you, boys I can't pinpoint on a map because my compass and I just can't seem to find you yet.
And sometimes, I fall asleep to a faceless guy holding me tight in a slow dance, and sometimes I will hope that he is you.
YOU ARE READING
Sweet Nothings
Short Story"For the stars were luminous and bright, but they had galaxies within them." A collection of sweet nothings where him and her are everything.
