it was tuesday, but i knew i wasn't going to see you. it was horrible weather outside - the wind was swooshing through the air, making every bicycle rider fear for their lives. it started raining too and soon after, the hail joined in too. all in all, it wasn't the ideal weather to cycle to school, so my mother brought me by car. sure, i wasn't going to see you, but what if i would go cycling and you wouldn't be there? then i'd be facing the storm for nothing.
YOU ARE READING
for the guy with the grey sweater
Kort verhaalfor the guy i see every so often but i'm too shy to talk to
