At twenty five,
I moved in to your apartment. It was partly because of me insisting to move in, just so then I could watch you all the time. But I knew a part of you wanted it too. We have been apart for way too long. Maybe it was the time to built once again what we used to have. And I still loved you though.
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...
