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dear sally

two weeks, four days, ten hours and twenty six minutes. they keep staring at me, like they pity me or something. like im some fragile piece of glass that's going to break if they talk to it. they don't even look at me the same. they're so cautious and its killing me. i miss you sally. i miss you so goddamn much. i used to tell you that i loved you over and over. remember that? when we would just sit there and cuddle? i remember your smile. i remember your voice. i remember the look you had when you were happy. i remember the smell of your perfume. you're everywhere. god i'm crying again. i dont really care anymore honestly. i just want you to come back.

love,

michael

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