i love that you are the first and last person who comes out in my mind everyday. i don't think what they are called, the spaces between seconds.
but i think of you in those intervals. ever since i met you, no one else has been worth thinking about.
i love you, hunter.
YOU ARE READING
Goodbye, Hunter
Short Story❝ you're the reason why there are silhouette dreams and unstitched seams. you're every sonnet i make and the pills i take. you are the one that i love and the one i wish i could have ❞
