Yesterday, I wrote a love story with a happy ending. End with 'ing'. Somehow reality has trained me to see the world with dark colour and ignore the bright one. Yesterday was a different time, yesterday was a different day. My pen decided to bleed paper ink instead of my blood. Perhaps the moment was yesterday, that is gone and lost in today. Perhaps he decided to be mine yesterday, but today he has changed a bit, he in no more 'yesterday him' he is more 'today him'.
YOU ARE READING
Remembering His Name
RomanceFor Him, Wherever you are right now, I want you to know I have never stopped waiting. I hope you never do too. Forever yours, Me
