i planted some strawberries today. i remember when we used to plant them every spring. it felt nice doing something that we used to do together. it was lonely, but it was nice. the weather has been cold and cloudy lately because of all the storming. i like it though. makes the backyard smell fresh. i miss ranting to you. writing about it isn't the same as having you here listening. i hope one day i can tell you everything again.
YOU ARE READING
Disenchanted
RomanceSet in a pre-apocalyptic world, this short story goes through a collection of letters written by a man to his missing wife.
