dear nora,
don't reply if you can't. i won't pretend to understand and i won't pretend i don't miss you.
tom hasn't spoken to me in a good minute. he stares at me all ugly and damned, as if he's never sinned.
i can't go to church anymore, not since february.
some things are starting to hurt more than losing you.
love
atlas
YOU ARE READING
summerstorm
أدب المراهقينdear nora, everything and everyone just shifts seasons; living like you never stood here among us. love atlas
