Memory.

60 11 7

by stormroyal

by stormroyal

It's been years now,
And I'm no longer the young girl I once was.
But everytime I hear the name moyo,
A sad smile spreads across my face.

THE END.

Author's note:
It's been a joy,writing this story,reviewing it how many times I did,I hope it was a great read for you also.
So,there are a couple of puzzling questions that'll probably pop up after you read I'm guessing;

~ Why did the guy leave like that?

~Why did she wait a whole three years without moving on?

~isn't an imaginary child in a relationship childish?

Well..😊🤭you'll never really know.

I'm open to any questions in the comments section

Thanks