Dear Aidan,
There are times when my fingers itch to be able to touch the soft skin of your face. To run my fingers through your silky brown hair. To memorize how your face feels and to draw it. To be able to describe you, without having to use intricate words.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Aidan,
Short StoryIn which a girl fantasizes about a boy in the hallways. Highest Rank: #1 in Boy Problems #20 in Short Story [03.12.18] • • • This is written from the point of view from the girl writing in her diary. There are 180 chapters, which may be shocking a...
