Where are you right now? Are you happy? Are you healthy? Are you alright? I've figured that I should eventually give up on you. I shouldn't be sitting here thinking about you. I wish you were still next to me.
We've spent every summer talking to each other. It's almost August, do you think about me too?
Soon, in September, it would have been three years.

YOU ARE READING
if only I was good at expressing myself
Romancelife is sad romance and I wish I kept my memories safe somewhere way sooner