another months went by, we were
finally a freshmeat. but what i was
dense enough to know that was all
the times that i had classes with you,
you craved for my attention.
that you wanted to process a
friendship with me. i didn't know about
that and again, i was dense about it.
YOU ARE READING
i waited | p.cy
Short Storywaiting has different types of paths, whether it leads you to the good; or the bad.
