Sleep. It's vital, right? It's nice too, I don't mind it.
However I wanted to spend every minute with you that summer. Every day, every hour, every minute, every second. And so I did, for as long as I could. Then it went away, or rather I went away.
I never forgave myself, couldn't. Somehow I think not getting over it was what kept you alive, in my memory, until the day we crossed paths again.
It was always in my dreams, in the back of my head, in songs, movies, paintings.
Only once was it ever real.
Or twice.
YOU ARE READING
Our love that never sleeps
Teen FictionSophia is taken into a beautiful house for the summer while working an internship. Though as she spends the summer in the small town, she grows very close with the daughter of her hosts. August hastily approaches and they part ways. 6 years later th...
