Dear Summer,
I suppose we all have little dirty secrets we like to hide.
To be honest, I haven't been pure and clean during the duration of the relationship either.
But I wasn't a backstabbing little slut either.
Sorry, I shouldn't have wrote that.
At the moment, I'm tipsy and sprawled on my bed right now with a glass of white wine. Your favourite.
Remember when we got caught in the rain on our eighth date?
You looked so blissful in the rain, even with your hair damp and your mascara slightly leaking. You were an angel in my eyes.
But you took your wings and shielded them around another person.
But that's okay, as long as you're happy, everything is fine.
song; blue and green - rainy streets
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...
