At seventeen,
I realised it was our last year of high school. Once we graduate, I cannot guarantee we'd see each other anymore. So before the school really ended and I never got the chance to talk to you before leaving for college, I decided to write you one last letter about how I felt. I told you that I was a cutter ever since you left. I told you that you were still my best friend for me no matter how distant we got to be. But most importantly, I told you that I love you.
And the night later, you showed up on my doorstep with bloodshot eyes and kissed me. And that was my first kiss you stole.
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...
