my eyes scanned the page.
dear coffee shop guy,
thank you. you made me feel beautiful and appreciated with the way you always looked at me, as if you admired something about me. if only i met you earlier in life. i have a daughter, she's thirteen. i had her at the age of sixteen with my boyfriend at the time. not using protection was a mistake, but she isn't. she's amazing, the light of my everyday. my boyfriend, who i was still with for adeline's sake, started to hit me. i couldn't handle it, my life wasn't as amazing as you perceived in your journal. i tried to make it like that, but it just didnt work. your compliments and happiness weren't enough to save me, but it's okay, nothing would've been enough. i read through your journal while you used the restroom, excuse my snooping. thank you for all those nice words you said about me. you truly made me happy for a few minutes. you'll always be remembered, atleast in my heart. thank you.
sincerely, the girl with the blue eyes ;-)

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