At eleven,
you told me that you were excited for the first day of middle school. You looked so damn happy and bouncy the entire night. You told me how you can't wait for tomorrow to come and how you can't wait to meet new faces and new friends and new teachers and new side of the school. But I me myself will never be ready though, because I was still scared. Scared of the fact that you might leave me once middle school started.
YOU ARE READING
The Hourglass.
Short StoryAt five, I met you for the first time. At eight, I fell in love with you. At twenty six, I watched you marry the girl you love the most in life. At twenty eight, you got your first child born into the world with such a happiness I could never give y...
