Dear Summer,
I'm sitting here alone in my freshly new apartment with a glass of wine.
I accidently knocked down the wine on my carpet, it was brand new, pure and white.
Just like you're pale skin and your fragile body.
It reminded me of you, you were always a clumsy little girl.
I remember when we first officially ran into each other.
I smiled coyly at you, hoping it would get your attention.
You gave a small smirk that made me want to know more behind those smiles you kept to yourself.
Soon enough those smiles begin to fade.
When did you begin getting tired of smiling for me?
From, George.
YOU ARE READING
For No One
Short Story❝Dear Summer, did you enjoy breaking my heart? 'Cause I sure loved trying to seal it back up again.❞ When cigarettes and glass of wine become his only friend, George sends out letters to the one he once loved, completing the book of letters before t...
