we met when we were 16.
at 42, i still miss you.
Good morning class, today I'll show you how to drown in your Owen tears
"We met when we we 16.
At 42, I still miss you."
I CAN'T GET THAT OUT OF MY HEAD
Short chapters like this reminds me of poem-written books. It has a certain feel to it that draws me in, and I'm a sucker for short, mystical feelings. So far so good.
I can already feel suspense piling, just from reading the title!
this story make me throw back my high school life.i love it....